Fiction – By 2 Coffee

What is real?

“…If skin marks the border where an I ends and a You begins then that night they did all they could to cross it.” “Stories never start at the beginning. They differ this way from life in that regard. Life is lived from birth to death, from the beginning into the unknowable future. But storiesContinue reading “What is real?”

Corner Reflections

I had some time while sitting in that corner, how easy it was for you to smile, spread that innate joy of yours around. I knew the truth though, that you were breaking inside, screaming really, as the pain just increased, the threshold waning. Still, nothing changed on the outside, the birds continued to chirp,Continue reading “Corner Reflections”

The Cracks Within & Beyond

Those cracks you see and feel,What are you willing to do about them? Would you try to fix it or wedge something else in between, fill the space? What would you do about those smaller pocket of spaces that don’t seem to heal no matter how much you try, always seeking and present akin toContinue reading “The Cracks Within & Beyond”

The Precedent Case

When I Fell for you, I fell hard and fast without a second thought, not realising what it would cost. When I Fell for you, there was no one else I saw, there is still no one else I see. When I Fell for you, and you didn’t know, every smile you showered at me wasContinue reading “The Precedent Case”

Yellow, Wise & Neowise

As I wait, impatiently at first, for the comet that I possibly can’t see from my terrace and while this sinks in, the hope that I could still spot it dispels. I start looking around and slowly the other things around me seep into my consciousness. Looking up at the stars,(they look so beautiful tonight),Continue reading “Yellow, Wise & Neowise”

Booked, Line, And Sinker

I love books which make me think. The kind of books where I don’t realise that I’m smiling, re-reading and reliving a moment, with an assurance that someone, somewhere else reading this felt the same emotions as I did. The kind of books which make me hurt a little, like a nick by a knifeContinue reading “Booked, Line, And Sinker”