Smelling of Lavender
It was warm and soft, and smelt of lavender. That was her smell, and I always remembered it. Smooth, so smooth. Strong, but fragile. I loved her completely, everything about her… her hair, her eyes, her voice… and her skin. Her skin was amazing, smelling of lavender. Soft and unblemished.
By Grant
Waiting
The clock ticks slowly, I can feel its cogs slipping into place.
Another second goes by, and another, the hour inches on.
Time passes at a snail’s pace, dragging on my day.
Surely it will end soon, surely?
I wait, and wait, watching it religiously.
Finally, it has arrived!
Lunch!
An Ordinary Day
It was a perfectly normal day. No lightning, no thunder, no ghastly premonitions of unfolding horror. Instead, the sun shone through the window, and the mother cradled her new child.
“What shall we call him?” the father asked, holding one of the other children.
“Adolf.”
He nodded, “Good name.”
By Grant
