Real Life

The little boy was being dragged away from the daycare doors, his sneakers squeaking awkwardly against the linoleum. Clenched tight in his small hand was a pale pink

The young boy was being pulled away from the daycares entrance, his sneakers squeaking along the linoleum. He held tight to a tiny pink hair tie that belonged

The restaurant hung in the midnight air above London, as if it had been built to keep sorrow from floating in. Soft golden light shimmered on the tops

The little girl didnt offer the lonely woman a sausage roll because she was full of virtue. She did it because, inexplicably, she believed she had stumbled across

The little girl didnt give the homeless woman food simply out of kindness. She did it because, deep down, she thought she had found her mother. Snowflakes floated

Ill give you ten thousand pounds if you open it, Ill give you ten thousand pounds if you open it, he sneered. Laughter rippled through the guests in

Ill give you ten thousand pounds if you open it, Ill give you ten thousand pounds if you open it, he sneered, lips quirking into an odd, lopsided

The mellow gold of a fading British evening sun washed over Hyde Park, draping the scurrying crowds in a soft, almost storybook light. Laughter and the familiar crunch

The crystal chandeliers hanging above the grand ballroom in Baths Royal Crescent still swung gently from the recent commotion, scattering slivers of refracted light across the polished marble

No one uttered a word in the dim, silent chapel. The air was dense with the heavy scent of lilies and the weight of grief. In the centre