Sisterhood of Pink Nail-polish
We meet after twenty years. While we wait for “Miss Corporate Hotshot”, Emily, we talk about husbands and kids. “How silly we were!” We laugh. When Emily arrives, we gape… Read more »
We meet after twenty years. While we wait for “Miss Corporate Hotshot”, Emily, we talk about husbands and kids. “How silly we were!” We laugh. When Emily arrives, we gape… Read more »
Written for another #vss365 prompt – “Dragon” Kim had come a long way. From being called “fatty” and “useless” to being the best laksa chef in town. Now she ground… Read more »
“Everything you wish for is on the other side of the hills.” Our bellies were empty, but Mother stuffed our eyes with ambition. Our eyes brimming with dreams, we stayed… Read more »
Here’s what the editors had to say about ‘The Salesman’ Hema did an excellent job of showing, rather than telling in this piece. She demonstrated the age of the salesman… Read more »
A calm overcame me, a serenity that kneeling before God in a little temple on the hills brings. His eyes were pools of cool water to a thirsty traveler walking through the desert. His sweaty, tanned skin probably tasted like sea-salt chocolate truffles.