Bed of thorns.

He sat with his hands folded in salutation. Once a while, a pair of legs would pass by him. He’d put out his open palms asking for alms. Sometimes, someone would drop a fruit or a sweet, other times a couple of coins. Some would walk away without leaving anything behind. Every time he’d get

Desires?

Desires? The rumbling trucks roared along, The silence of the night drowning it out. The bodies moved in closer together, The warmth betwixt they didn’t want to lose out.   The eldest had just laid her head down, When the youngest started bawling again. As the cries started waking everyone around, They looked down upon

Fire.

I could see the flames of fire leaping in his eyes. The hungry flames leapt higher trying to fly away with the winds to destinations unknown, on journeys more romantic. The gleaming eyes sent a chill down my spine even as the heat from the flames was making me swelter. I walked away from the

Of Darker Alleys (Part 1)

She squinted her eyes to block the Sun out. She counted the coins she had and kept them in a hidden pocket, of her money bag, she had sewn in. Today was the last day she had to do this. Not anymore. She picked up her bags of vegetables. She saw the vendor stare at