Scribbles and tales
A reader, calmest of the calm always by the window seat leaning on it, so slouched, no charm or any kind of upbeat. That one lady who cries loudly for her father had just passed. taking aid in the one seated next to her, even though she was outclassed. Siblings, running around and about the... Continue Reading →
There was a time when he was good to me, When he treated me like a flower. The tables soon turned, all the coins flipped, His ugly side then came to power. Smiles changed to frowns, days into weeks, When I realised there was nothing left to redeem. The songs we once used to hum... Continue Reading →
The left handed Fiona 