Short stories/Poetry

The Therapist

              I know you’re just doing your job, I said to him every time I felt myself open to him like a well-read book. When he probed into my past, studying my history with eager eyes and pricked ears, I told him whatever he wanted to know.     […]

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Short stories/Poetry

The Woman in the Mirror

I stand before the mirror scowling at the woman there with disgust. I try to turn away but for some reason to study her is a must. So easily I can find many things wrong with her starting from her head, ending with her toes. Oh, God, can’t I just walk away and forget her? […]

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