Children, Fiction, Women, Writing

Writer’s Room

Coffee mugs decorated her desk. Two of them were half-full. The other three were empty, without a single stain on them. A spent pen lay on her pad, completely exhausted from the effort of creating new plots and characters. Her ink-stained fingers were doing their happy dance on the keyboard, setting the rhythm for a… Continue reading Writer’s Room

Children, Divorce, Family, Fiction, Human behaviour, Love

Wise Kid

“Your father and I still love you,” his mother spoke like a robot. His father looked at him with uncried tears that threatened to come out. “Why, mom,” he asked. She gave some scripted reply about people growing apart with time. But he wasn’t stupid. He was 12 years old. He had seen it all.… Continue reading Wise Kid