I Am Not_The Portrait_City Limits_You Can't Get There from Here
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I Am Not
My very first memory is also my last. Its vague in places but vivid in others. We sat on a sandy beach—he and I—watching the spread of paint the rising sun had streaked across the sky. Hues of gold and pink, orange, the shade of candlelight. I still smell the salt of the ocean on the wind and the quiet scent of perfume in the crook of his neck. We sat and played and cried and laughed till the sky cloaked itself in black and stars brightened into being above us. I can’t remember his name. I can’t recall his face. Only that he was important to me, and that he loved philosophical quotes but found...
The Portrait
The Portrait by Mehreen Ahmed On the crossing of Victoria and Harriet Street, stood a building of a massive block of grey apartments. Up in the front of each flat, balconies jutted out like open matchboxes, creating a blind spot for the incoming traffic. It posed an undeniable threat to the traffic on the road. Notwithstanding, the building had much to offer in the way of charm. It would have looked quite stark, had it not been for the indoor plants. Some balconies had synthetic black chairs placed around a white table of six. Commonly, all the flats had plants of many shapes and colours. Bu...
City Limits
That’s the thing about this city… it was built on another that was built on another that was… ad infinitum. Well, not really… only since Neanderthal times. The river and the fertile soil make it an ideal place for a settlement.That is why it abounds with entities, both seen and unseen. Some call us angels; some call us sprites, spirits, ghosts, saints, nymphs, deities or other numinous beings; some call in the exorcists, and some are adamant that we do not exist… according to which religion, superstation or folklore, or none, they subscribe.Y’all know the sing Tie a Yellow Robbin Round the Ol...
You Can't Get There from Here
“Does it do any good sitting here. We’ve been coming since the accident. Last Christmas Eve, anwww.onedoor.ccd now it’s another Christmas Eve and she’s still in there someplace but doesn’t seem like she is ever coming out. We should go back home. We got other’s to think about. It’s Christmas. She won’t know if we are gone or not. They say when she’s ready she’ll come out. Comas they said, don’t have an expiration date. Could be tomorrow, never. We should go.” “You ever pray to her?” “No use in praying. If God was going to help her, He’d a done it already, don’t you think?” “I’m not talking about God. I’m t...