Friday

The slanting sunlight was reaching this particular Friday… —All Fridays are the same! He was sleeping like a house cat. —The Friday? The Air with her long fingers was stroking his back. —The Friday is a He? He purred in between hours. —All Fridays are sleepy. The world that he was designated to, made him…

Jar Full of Lemon Flowers

—Come my way for once. —Do you like the smell of lemon flowers? —Come my way for… —In my childhood I kept a jar full of lemon flowers. —Come my way.. —And since then the smell is with me, and I can’t seem to shake it off. —Come my… —It’s like the smell has grown…