The Meeting.

The iron box moved back and forth, leaving the shirt sharper and hotter with every trip it made on it. The shirt became smooth…….and smoother but I ironed on, the  back and forth wriggling of the iron box intensifying the antagonism of the two voices in my mind. “Do it today!” One of the voices… Read More The Meeting.


4.00 am. A cold breeze slaps my feet, i reflexively flex my legs, the hands comfortably pressed between them. My eyes grudgingly open and squint to have a view of the person disturbing my sleep. My mouth unsuccessfully opens to materialize the string of insults passing through my mind, and all I manage is a… Read More NEVER AGAIN.