Heartbreak, proposals, excitement and fear. Sara takes us on a fascinating journey across the floors and corridors of a hotel and gives us glimpses into the rooms.
All in Fiction
The Artist
The cursor on the screen blinked at him tauntingly for the third night in a row. He couldn't think of a single verse, line, or word to write. Each time he tried his mind would go as blank as the page in front of him.
Sweet Summer
“Some days ago, I was asked about you. So, I told them. I told them how you’re like a sweet summer day. But, as you know, there are also things I didn’t tell them.”
The Sign That Was
"The judge will see to the punishment! Where is this drunken driver?” Foaming at his mouth, Barabaninian’s eyes darted everywhere as if they’d return to the scene of the crime. “Or perhaps it was their bestial buffalo. I could smell their droppings from my front door. Either way, this buffalo wagon must be found before it escapes the town!"