From my apartment’s balcony on the 20th floor, I’m looking at people as they pass on the road below. People, cars, everything looks very small from here, as small as a dot on a dice. In the past I would have liked to have vision to see the tall palaces and mansions people frequently talked about; to see children smile and adult emotion. But I never thought, gazing down, from the top of those palatial roosts, things would be this filthy. I now know why politicians and sovereigns always view their subjects as insignificant; Continue reading
The pain surprised her, she had thought it would hurt less this time. Looking down, a tear fell from her cheek and disappeared into the pool of warm blood. She needed to wash up, but her strength was gone, seeping out of her in that warm, sticky flow.
He’d gone now: gone to the pub. He’d be ‘drowning his sorrow’, as the saying goes, except it wasn’t his sorrow. It was hers. She looked at the implements of his torture, knowing she’d have to clean up before he came back. God knew she could do without feeling the weight of his fist on top of everything else. Continue reading