HaikuWriMo 2014, part 1HaikuWriMo 2014, part 1 by HtBlack
Non-fiction: nostalgia trigger
and a dying rose
in a scented drawer.
Sedated, dreamless sleep
leaves falling from trees' heads;
winter's a chemoterapy.
Chapters of flashbacks burned
family or strangers?
Adventure: motor scooter
Just wondering about our
The Grey OutsideThe Grey Outside by HtBlack
It is on days like these, when windows are etched with the gloomy signs of autumn and I’m sitting here, that the world outside is a living painting and I see people’s stories in their eyes when they pass by.
From inside this café, I feel safe. Its dark wooden columns and shelves, the beige curtains, the Bordeaux pillows on the sofas of the corner tables all mean haven and warmth to me in days where the greyness outside is a swallowing fog.
My tea is turning cold, but its lime aftertaste still tingles in my mouth and I drink no more. There’s enough bitterness outside, and maybe that’s why the waitress today was so nice to me. Like a maid would welcome someone in their house to save them from the storm, she held open the door for me and her smile scared the cold out. It’s a reassuring feeling.
I wonder what happens to the people outside. They look so big but trees are, too, and I see them naked and trembling against the dying season. People start bowi