He pats her soft, white body dry, starts robbing lavender lotion. Soma likes lavender, he knows. She stays still. He is sure she can...

“I dreamed again.” She said. Her voice was shaking, as were her hands. “I dreamed of a tornado, and an old professor of mine, and her...

The boy she liked in primary school is an architect. Or at least finished his studies of architecture. She’s not really sure. She hasn’t...

My grandfather died six days ago. He was ninety, and he had been falling apart. We were at the viewing. I stood about a yard from the...