By VB Bonny They say the sky is the limit. Hers was only three meters long, one side pinned to the wall, the other alive in the sunlight. The clothes breathed soap and a bucket of water, pinched with
By VB Bonny A shelf that lost herself. The cup of lies I drank, with our stories just blank pages asserting themselves. He was a man of honour, always dressed in a suit, embellished with a neatly pres
By VB Bonny She never lived in the margins of my notebook! The buildings I crossed, the railway station I arrived, was more than just a destination. The curry rice and a devouring ambition followed
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