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Words passed between us, some trivial, some not. And the whole time I watched Nicholas, looking for a hint that he was sitting there trying to k..

Silence had ensued on us as we sat there, arm over shoulders, neither looking at the other. It was him that spoke first. “There was thr..

It had been a quick walk to Nicholas’ room, one where glances were cast by passers-by. Nobody questioned it. My mind ticked over each door..

There were soft voices around me, two I think. I could feel light on my eyelids, not daytime though. Something soft lay beneath me, a bed it see..

It was a beach. Water, sand, seashells. A beach, right? Yet looking closer, it wasn't a beach. Water, sand seashells. It was a painting, nothing..

Eternity would allow me to wander my past, and to wander to future I would have gained.

This is just a lot of short stories, they have no relation to each other.

Trivial trifles

Her newspaper jacket rustled as she dragged it closer around her.

Look up. What do you see?