Once upon a time there was a beautiful, kind and sensitive princess named Robyn. She spent her days visiting the kingdom’s hospital, where sad men and women came to rest when life became too overwhelming. She sat by their bedsides, held their hands, and told them stories she created from her imagination.
I don’t know what to do with his body. I don’t want to touch it, so I leave him there and go outside to drink my tea and drink in the morning sun. Somehow I forget about Klaus until I walk back inside and then the shock of his death hits me all over again.
Two men mow the lawn across the road and a woman watches. An abstract short story.
She wears a Jackie Onassis inspired lemon suit. The skirt sits above her knees, but not what you might call a mini. She only has one mini dress, the fabric a symphony of pink and green paisley swirls. He doesn’t say anything when she wears it, he only frowns and looks away. He doesn’t say… Read More
