“You’re here, again. I thought you were okay,” Selma thought. She stood in front of the large rectangle mirror that hang near the bedroom door. The mirror was old. It was among the first few possessions she had bought as an independent adult. Its black wooden frame was a bit chipped but nonetheless made it…
Category: short stories
The Jobless Mother(Short Story)
Debbie sipped her hot morning tea from the balcony taking in the misty fog that had engulfed the air. She lived in a three-storey apartment that sat in a quiet serene neighborhood. Debbie chose this apartment because of one element- the balcony. The balcony she believed was her extension to the outside world. As she…
Swollen(Short Story)
Yawning, she woke up and rubbed her eyes. Still wobbly from her sleep, Nelya lifted the duvet and threw it haphazardly. She dragged her aching body and sat on the edge of the bed. Looking down at her elephant-sized feet, she stepped on their bedroom carpet and wiggled her stone-sized toes. Nelya sighed. “Don’t worry,…
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