It has been a decade since the civil war first began. The war has been raging between the two tribes of our village, Eirene and Filos. The Eirene tribe wears orange cloaks and used to have a lively community. I am from the Filos tribe in blue cloaks who valued harmony in the past.… Read the rest
“Jack. A ninety-year-old man with debility. Hard of hearing. He cannot use his legs and is a total lift. Slight cognitive impairments from his age.”
I enter the room, and he is lying in bed. The first thing I notice are the eyes.… Read the rest
I remember those hot afternoons spent in the woods with my older sister before we moved to the monotonous street of a suburban neighborhood. We live on top of a mountain, my older sister used to say. We used to wake up with the sun and go to sleep with the sun, and all the time in between was spent outside.… Read the rest
