Category: Sharon's Words & Way

Along the passage, past the slumbering rather than squeaking ATM, and towards the stairs at the…

Part 1 – A letter written Dear Thembi You were like an old plant sitting contentedly…

“Are you a doctor?” A frown creeps across my forehead. Not a question I’ve ever been…

The room surprisingly quiet. A big room, maybe once two rooms, but now the bigger having…

A time so long awaited. To be, and not to do. To be sitting at a…

A light dancing on the canvas covering of the Seattle Coffee Company. The car park brick…