by Shazar | Sep 3, 2019 | fiction, Food, love
“Crab soup dumplings .. mmm” she said as she perused the strange menu. ” Is that really what we are going to choose.. well why not. after all if you don’t try stuff how are you to know if you will like it.” They were seated at the small...
by Shazar | Nov 22, 2016 | love, writing
My mother left a scar on my soul. Can you see it? If you look closely – you may. If you knew her you might hear her in my laugh – or glimpse a shadow of her being in the turn of my head. The scarring was oh so painful as it was made but now this scar is...
