Am I not pretty enough.
The crowd was barely paying any attention as she stepped up to the stage.
Between Faith and Reason.
Every night as I turn up to work, O. is one of the few of the residents who approaches me to say hello.
I had seen her before.
I had seen her before we had shared that bench together that afternoon.
A Finer Balance.
The street ended with our house, and a new road began with our neighbour.
Meeting love, and other stories.
I was reminded about love that night I met with J. In fact it came and sat next to me.