It had been a strange and different summer this year. From its start it had been very hot and dry. The otherwise so fresh and green colors of spring had long been gone. Not a single drop of rain had caressed the wrinkles of the dry earth. Every inch of the city was either grey…
Category: short novels
My grandmother awaits me from the other side of the heavy wooden front door. A warm and welcome smile originates from her painted red lips, when she opens the door. She wears her dark green skirt with her silky light green blouse. Even though she was at home all day, she wears her dark brown…