Mistake
It was a dull spring Wednesday. The heart of the week, which is so hard to endure when one is constantly deprived of holidays. David stepped onto the floor tentatively. He was not yet ready to abandon his soft warm bed entirely so he grabbed the edge with all his might. Maybe, it would last,…
The plum tree
To my dad, who never stopped fighting, and saving. It was a chilly spring morning. The weather was playing around again, leaving little choice and few sunny sparkles. The pain in Jacob’s leg was constant, dull and exasperating, taking his breath away at times and rushing his thoughts somewhere far from the cloudy morning and…