‘But why are you screaming?!! Stop screaming, we are right here!’ A look of bewilderment appeared in his eyes. He let it stay there so that this terrible exasperation might crouch behind its shoulders and remain hidden. ‘I’m not screaming,’ he replied in confusion, holding his palms upwards towards the sky. But his companions flinched… Continue reading Short Story: Across a Table
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'We must, between periods of digging in the dark, endeavour always to transform our tears into knowledge' – Alain De Botton
The window on the street 