10.11

By. Leonela Serrano

I’ve just been writing really little short stories, more like vignettes. They’re fictional but they’re inspired by what I’ve been going through and I try to capture really relatable moments.


She stood alone in the bedroom wrapped in a yellow towel as the sunlight, that crept in from the window, cast an orange glow on the wood floor. Dust mites danced in the light and for a second she could find herself like a little kid for a short second, pretending that it was fairy dust and that fairies would come and return her to a world of unconditional happiness.