Posted 12th April 2018
The orphanage was going to be demolished on the morning of May 5. Igor wore his best black suit for the occasion, dressing for a funeral, because it was. The funeral of his past, or so he thought, sitting on the bench in front of the old building. Most people believed the construction to be the two-storey house of a middle class family, not an abandoned casa-lar; a small legal institution with the capacity of sheltering up to ten children, like the kid he once had been.
Posted 29th March 2018
The knock on the door is quick and loud. I roll out of bed and fumble for the light switch so I can blind myself with fluorescence. Blinking back the black spots swarming my vision, I stumble to the door of my apartment and yank it open.
“Please, Kala, my son-” Mrs. Oteri takes a heaving breath. I’m not sure what is more disheveled, her hair or her clothes.
I’ve already started to follow her down the hallway as I answer. “I’m coming.”
Posted 16th March 2018
The sound of rustling willow leaves in the night was not unique, but it was one with which Maxine was intimately familiar.
Her feelings on the sound, of course, were mixed.
“You know,” Helena said, slipping down from her perch in the boughs to sit neatly on the roots. “There are other places to go on nights like these.”
Maxine closed her eyes and breathed in, and was relieved to find that the breath in question was only a little shaky.
A heavy arm, cold and slender, wrapped around her shoulders. “You should go.”
“I don’t want to,” Maxine said. “I just… I just want to stay here.”
“They’ll be looking for you.”
“I don’t care.” (more…)