Touch of Spite (2)

Touch of Spite (2)

Read the first part here     See, she did not break my heart. I am serious, she didn’t. Yes, I didn’t eat for some days, but that had nothing to do with her. I just didn’t have the appetite. For the whole week that she refused to speak to me or see me, I had … Continue reading Touch of Spite (2)

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Lurking

The half moon looked like the smile of a Cheshire cat as it hung lazily in the sky. Philip stared up at it and smiled, then returned his attention to his diminishing dinner. Everything seemed beautiful these days, thanks to the scrumptious meals that had been blessing his palates for the last few months. As … Continue reading Lurking