The Right Man

She sat alone at the bar, her fingers absently tracing the rim of her untouched glass. The ice had long since melted, the condensation pooling beneath it like the remnants of her unresolved past. The low hum of conversation around her faded into the background as she drifted into a world of what-ifs and should-haves.Continue reading “The Right Man”

The Last Ranges

“You still snore”, he said. “Even after all these years”. “And I still don’t believe you”, she replied, irritated. He was walking ahead of her and she was finding it hard to keep pace with him. “I thought we were to walk “together”” she said, panting as she struggled to walk steadily on the uphillContinue reading “The Last Ranges”