On this father’s day, I want to thank you, Dad, for all the life lessons you’ve taught me and the lessons you will teach me.
Emma rolled out of bed, picking up her phone in the process. Feet slapped on the wooden staircase as she nearly ran to the kettle, the lure of coffee too strong to warrant a long lay in.
Avocados are the stepping stone into the middle class, Jan thought as she diced the bright green flesh and served them on top of the bean burger.
Artyom’s skin was burning. Not in the metaphorical sense but the real life, stuck in a building that was on fire, kind of burning.
The waves slapped against the stones in the dreary early morning light, the slow heavy crunch of footsteps and vicious caw of circling seagulls the only sounds that could be heard for miles.
The detective stopped and dug his hands deep into his trouser pockets with a sigh.
My hands are shaking as the adrenaline courses through my body. I can’t control it, the involuntary action is an emotional response to the scenario I’ve been exposed to.
Emily Dove sits across from me as she stares off into space, away with the fairies. She is not one for talking, in fact she is more of a listener and I know it will be hard to get her to open up to me, tell me about herself.