The smiling alleyway wreathed in hot afternoon sun and the onset of evening shadows couldn’t hold Barty’s interest. The thief had run into the alley and his men were covering both the exits. Barty entered the first doorway and found… Read More ›
Month: September 2017
Prahlad returned with a sense of purpose massaging his bleeding wrists, the deed lifting up his spirits.
The boy stared at the rusted facade. Each beam, window pane and rusted tin sheets whispered to him of tales of the years past, of the days when they had seen the patter of little feet busying going about their work.
I am a coffee mug. You might wonder, dear reader, what on earth would a coffee mug have to say. But by the time I finish this piece, you will find yourself sympathizing with the hard and often perilous life that a porcelain coffee mug might have.
Priscilla was walking down the street fingering the ring in her pocket trying to locate the pawn shop next to the Plaza hotel. She finally spotted it and hurried in before she could change her mind. The punk hairdo guy examined the ring and shook his head when she wanted to pawn it.
To say I was bedazzled by the lights and the skyscrapers on first setting foot in the land of rising sun would be an understatement. I was too busy taking in the clean and well laid out expressways on the way from Narita airport to the heart of Tokyo in Roppongi Hills to realize I had finally arrived at my destination.