The sun’s gone to Hell
They say writing is cathartic, and helps people to cope with difficult events in their lives. I’m not too sure. It’s a year down the line, I’ve done a lot of writing and I’m still…
Sunsets for Sid
Sid ran the second hand book shop at the local shopping mall. He was in his mid-twenties, fitly built with deep dark blue eyes and long blonde hair. I have this terrible curse of not…
Sawubona Gooday.
Agh Jubs, what can I say? You were one in a million my friend. With your salt and pepper hair and your deep reassuring voice. Your unfailing “Sawubona Gooday” greetings and your warm chuckle. Ever…