Hues of Blackness- specially abridged by author for Bloggit - issue 1
My room looks the same as it did when he was thundering at me. The tall cabinet stands like a freight ship of memories at the wharf of my life. The conch shell, if held to my ear, would sound again. The desire for life compels me to stretch taut muscles and test the strange rigidity that I feel down... Sign in to see full entry.