Writing

Writing

Creative pen to paper by Becca.

  • Through the window

    She usually jogs past my window in the early evening. But today she wasn’t sprinting past my hedges in the 8pm hour, instead lagging and dragging…

  • Seatmate

    She looked so familiar but he couldn’t quite place her. Was it her jawline, framing a set of lips that he felt he had seen before,…