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


She looked like a Daisy

Amanda, sitting in the warm café, gripped her piping hot mug of coffee in both hands and stared moodily out of the window. The rain hammered down outside. Yet, her office was just across the road from the café and, really, she did like rain. Often she found rain akin to her mood, particularly rain… Continue reading She looked like a Daisy

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