Short_006
For how long I've been crying, I don't know. The sky was already painted with shades of purple, orange, and grey by the time I noticed. I expect that this was all a bad dream, that I was going to wake up soon. But no, his framed image of him was still...
Short_005
It has been months. My wife and I have been struggling with the guilt on a single mistake that I made. Am I not a good father? Have I not provided his needs? His wants? Hell if I know what he wanted, he never opened up to me. Or at least before that...
Short_004
In my right hand was a ticket that can be torn to half. The first half was cloud-coloured with a silver lining at the bottom, inscribed there in a simple and elegant cursive writing was "Stairway to Heaven". The other half was slate-coloured, and...