Nightly rituals Stories

We have finally reached the twenty-first century. What a time to be alive! I never speak to my neighbours, and they don’t speak to me. An old lady, who lived down the road, died in her apartment and wasn’t discovered for three months. The city streets, once empty at night, are now busy. I can walk around freely and wear what I like; nobody looks up or makes eye contact. People go missing all the time. Nobody looks for the...

My love, you looked so radiant tonight,Seated at your dresser combing your hair,Crowned with a bright golden halo of lightFrom the lamp on the stand beside your chair.Though you demur, I only speak the truthWhen I declare, that ‘spite of time, your faceHas never lost the rosy bloom of youth,And though the passing years have left their trace,Those marks of grace serve merely to enhanceThe beauty that was nature’s gift to y...