Prose – Words & Things

Walking Home

Around me, there is only dark brown and green. I widen my eyes to find more light, but the stars are behind grey masses in the sky. There is only a familiar sound, telling me to follow it slowly. It crunches beneath my shoes. It crackles when I find larger leaves and my foot bucklesContinue reading “Walking Home”

My Garden

There are roosluise crawling out of the centres of my almost mature rosebuds. They scurry in and out as if taunting me in a triumphant dance. I haven’t yet had the courage to tell Adriaan there won’t be roses in the house this month. I’m going to have to cut all of them down toContinue reading “My Garden”