A bunch of keys sits on the coffee table, bound by a keyring and 2 remote controls.
One is bluish grey and the other bright green.
‘Don’t press the RED button’
She presses it, adamantly.
He smirks, ‘Youve just opened the Garage at home’ he says and points into the distance with a laugh.
“The earings and bangles were put away. Earings signified hope and bangles were happiness of course. Widows don’t wear bangles…”
‘And this mud heart, beats only for you’ he said with earnest teary eyes, grasping her hand over his heart.
oh okay, she thought… one last chance to redeem yourself.
Counting your toes…
so you would learn to count to 5.
i don’t dream of you anymore –
the nightmares have gone to rest.
And she laughed… looking around. ‘What are you looking for?’ he asked.
‘I wanted to show you’, she paused to reach over to the table with a smirk. ‘I am the same shade as this brown paper bag!’
i don’t have enough hate to hate you with. The mere fact that you exist supercedes that, she thought quietly sipping on her earl grey tea.
This could use more sugar… stirring in 2 teaspoons worth. Come to think of it. Life could use some sweetness, instead of a bitter past that constantly resurfaces. Movies make it seem so simple that even pain has become a cliche.
And the wind whipped her hijab into her eyes, there’s never a nice time for your hijab to do a marylin monroe , when you’re walking across the street. pursing her lips tersely, contemplating hijabi problems. And then…. her hijab pin fell of and she unravelled.