Tom leans against the doorframe. He looks at his mother, she is standing right in front of the window the morning light makes a blue silhouette out of her. Her hands are moving gently and yet firm, as if they move on their own, following patterns learnt long ago, when his mother was just a child, learning to bake to please her own father.

Tom has ( Read more... )

You let me in and I just froze
I gave you a stem that was a rose.
Stem - Hayden

Jack paces back and forth behind the wings. He can hear the sound of shoes over wood as people walk up to their seats. He wonders how it could be possible to be so nervous even after so many concerts. It was the same with exams when he was back at University. He ( Read more... )

 
( Between the lines )

 
( Red and white )

 
( Night breeze. )