Flash Fiction: The Drunken Poet “Give me some beautiful lines, make me feel good, make me feel special,” she said. “Every night….I see you…I feel you,” he smiled at himself. “Sorry about the burrowed lines.” “Burrowed?” she asked. “From where you borrowed that one? I mean not where, from whom?” “From a song by Celine […]
Like a lone soul striving to congregate with the distant horizon, here I stand on the roof terrace and blankly stare at the settlements of the valley which, after an ablution in the heavy rain, germinates into a beautiful maiden looking askance at her beau. The street below is dotted with puddles, tantamount to the […]