Sisi(Number 5)

The night was dark and I was 19 years old. Don't you just hate stories that start with 'the night was dark'.... Of course it was, that's why it's the night!!. I had been taking my walks for a year at that time. It had been a couple months since number 4. After that time, … Continue reading Sisi(Number 5)


Sisi (Number 59)

When I was younger —before all these disasters and human catastrophes— my favourite colour was yellow. Not the concentrated yellow of one of those sugary lollipops we all loved, I preferred the yellow of a fading rainbow. I was a bit of a romantic in those days, I liked to think that I was deep. … Continue reading Sisi (Number 59)