Two Days Left
The sun set, turning the lowest clouds a marvelous pink and orange tinge.
The sea lapped the shore lazily, bubbling over the sand and shells.
Seagulls cried in the distance, and a breeze pulled at my loose shirt.
I loved it here, so tranquil.
Christmas-eve on a Thai beach. Peaceful.
By Grant
I Might Not Come Back
“I thought you loved me!” she screamed, but already I was out the door and across the garden.
The looks the neighbours gave made me realise I hadn’t put my pants back on, but it was okay.
It was a little unlikely that I would come back in a while.
By Grant
