Short Story
An Epidemic
A cool wind blew through the windows of a clinic in Sivapuram. White clothes…
A cool wind blew through the windows of a clinic in Sivapuram. White clothes…
The cliff, almost dangerously parched,
So damp underneath, but still dry…
‘Hope’ was the little boat that brought people illegally to Greece for years…
Ripples in the sea continuously circulate
Like the fingers on a summoning…
Perched precariously in two worlds
We gleam and scream in online herds…