Short story: the things that happen when I’m with you, without you.
Short story: About time passing by
A short story: about predictable human behaviour
The first time I saw Maya was in the rundown Camel pub, close to the sugar loaf walk passage. It was one of those weird sights and I surely don’t know why I stopped chugging my Brandi and looked her way. The girl wasn’t anything in looks, yet somehow appeared charming with the way she…