“Oi. What colour are my eyes?” Until that moment, I had deliberately avoided looking into his eyes. Eye contact is … More
poetry & prose by HLR
“Oi. What colour are my eyes?” Until that moment, I had deliberately avoided looking into his eyes. Eye contact is … More
I don’t need you to kill any spiders. I can buy my own flowers. I prefer to sleep alone. I … More
“Do you want this top?” I asked, holding up a wisp of metallic fabric by its spaghetti straps. “I don’t … More
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