11 April 2012


The place had a radiance about it. The sun shone through the sky light and reflected off the water cascading from the fountain. The two little girls in their Sunday best ran around the legs of the somber adults, not understanding the brevity of the situation. Their giggles pierced through the murmured conversations. There was a lot at stake today, but to the two little girls the only thing that mattered was not being 'it'.


Bee said...

Hi. I started reading your blog in 2006.

And then you disappeared.

Glad to know that you're still writing. Keep it up.


Sam said...

Thanks Bee.