My heart thudded in my chest, not knowing what this presence was, or what it wanted. I could feel it in the corner, the spot in the darkest dark of the room. It radiated energy, calling to me.
Recently added extension with its own wash room. Atmospheric views over the valley when the cloud is so low the town looks like it’s rising from the sea. Currently used as a playroom for two mischievous children and in a situation reasonably hidden from main reception rooms so can be left as messy as required.
I haven’t spoken to my sister in ten, fifteen, maybe twenty-five years — it depends what you count as ‘spoke’, I suppose — but still I wonder nearly every other day where she put the gun. The one we got from the unicorn.
Twenty-five years of no meeting up or communication. It wasn’t intentional; she couldn’t remember how it happened. It was an argument, she thinks. But it didn’t matter to her anymore.
You weren’t in the casual class pictures that we took from time to time, or so I thought. You were not friends with my friends. I don’t think you had any, really. But I was at the front each time. And yet, somehow, I met you one day.
Opening the classroom door, thirty pairs of wary eyes watched her quietly walk over to the teacher to introduce herself. Her gaze focussed on the floor. She wished she were invisible. Who is this stranger? Is she a new girl?
Vishnu knew that the prolonged pandemic had changed everything. His favourite – and the city's best – football grounds had now become a den for poisonous reptiles and insects.They easily hid within the thickets of three-feet-high barnyard- and spear grass, and the tiny white-flowered parthenium.
I was standing in the aisle during altar call, the part of the service where people came forward to repent and pray. I felt a pull on my shoulder. I turned to see the pastor’s wife reaching up to talk to me…