The chair

The chair was old, much older than it looked. Its back was high and arched proudly, yet at the same time hunched in on itself, enveloping anyone seated on it in leathery comfort. The colour of it was an odd mix of reds, browns and blacks, in certain lights it even...

Red

The band is quiet as the greying man with the bandoneón starts his wailing song while accompanying himself. The dance floor of this smoky bar fills with couples even before the band begins to play.I see her standing across the room, her brown hair slicked back into a...

Dawn

I sit down on the snow when the night has just reached its darkest hour. There are barely any stars visible in the sky anymore and the moon is just a thin sliver about to be extinguished altogether. Tomorrow it will again be on its way back to full. Not that I’ll see...