Magical Mystery

I felt the magic for the first time when I was 11 years old. Lounging on the sofa one lazy Sunday afternoon, I complained that there was nothing to do, annoying my parents with my dramatic sense of ennui. My father was cleaning out and reorganizing the drawers of our entertainment system furniture; the drawers … More Magical Mystery

The Darkness

As the rain drip-drip-dripped onto her bare head and the tears slipped down her exposed face, Farina watched the love of her life roll away in a hearse.  He had always held a curious fascination for death; Rakim had been dark-humoured that way. Before they were married, he brought Farina putrid bouquets of wilting flowers … More The Darkness