A story in these times

Maybe after all is said and done, our words will be preserved in some manner. Maybe some living beings will decode what we said, a long while after we are gone. And maybe they will wonder about us. Or maybe we will have been too primitive for them. I have my story, titled Can you … Continue reading A story in these times

Some soup?

[ before ] Rania wished, not for the last time though, that food could materialise out of thin air. The three times a day, seven days a week of racking brains on what to cook and finally accomplishing it was fraying her nerves. But everyone, including herself needed to eat. So cook and eat she … Continue reading Some soup?