The Empty Pushchair

"Alright. Are you ready?" I asked, a fake smile plastered widely on my face. "Sure" she replied. "I'm just making sure I have all the baby things for when we pick her up later." She smiled brightly at me. She was a fantastic actress. Yet I noticed that the smile could not quite reach her… Continue reading The Empty Pushchair



Petals. Bright red, pale pink, sunny yellow, pure white... Beautiful. Charming. I picked them slowly from the deep red rose. They felt smooth and soft to the touch. I let them fall to the bed, carefully - almost as if they were descending in slow-motion. Pretty. Some things are just so pretty. Romantic. I smiled… Continue reading Petals

Her Smile

She laughs all the time, her face creases with wrinkles and her cheeks wobble, she makes you feel happy, alive!   But..... Just watch her eyes Eyes like pools.... they say eyes are the window to the soul Just watch her eyes   The smile can never quite reach her eyes, if you study her… Continue reading Her Smile