Easter egg envy

I am boiled and white. They are covered in colour, the children scream and grab them, greedily. I sit, white and lonely. Unwanted. The chubby hands reach out and all the gaudy, brightness calls to them. Crinkly, wrinkly paper. Neon in its shiny allure. I am bland and boring. No competition. Then a hand gently […]

Scribbles.

   The scribbles on the page looked dark and deep. Joyce looked at the results from her doodling. She often doodles while her clients talked. It made them think she was writing down their crazy ramblings. She smoothed down her expensive skirt and crossed her long, thin legs. Being a therapist wasn’t easy. She had […]