It was like every morning. The alarm clock next to his bed at the same spot his entire life. Folding up his puffy white duvet, which rustled with every movement. Raising himself up slowly. The back was not as flexible anymore as in his young years. Getting out of his b...
She hated talking about herself. And being in the centre of attention was something she would rather avoid. She preferred the background. Being not visible, that was her favourite description if you would ask her about herse...
Her back was sore and she wiped her face with the corner of her sleeve. For goodness sake how often had she done that . “I must be mad, totally mad!” she hissed to herself, while the big brown cardboard box was cutting into her waist. Ouch, one st...