The thing is, if you truly experience it in its whole, life reimagines itself; you begin to cherish Christmas with souls who choose your company in all your broken splendour, you start to question the insanity of anticipating the beeps and buzzes of your devices instead of the chirps and rustles of the world, you … Continue reading Studio Living
She lowered him into his cradle, whispering sweet nothings as his eyes fluttered shut. Luke appeared at the door, catching her mid-reverie in the unfinished nursery.
'We'll be on the beach again soon,' she croaked, through the tubes. I nodded, hardly looking up from The Gruffalo. So I waited. At the beach. Everyday. For fifty years. And realized not long ago, that I was the one running late.