Tuesday, February 14, 2012

One Last Time...Valentine edition

The lights came on again for the umpteenth time, spilling out from the room into the thick darkness outside. It had begun to rain. Rivulets of rain-water trickled on the surface of the frosted glass as the rain's rhythmic drumming on the rooftop of the bungalow and occasional roar of thunder made Anjola shiver in fear.  Anjola, seven, with brown eyes, had her hair in a ponytail as she twirled it round her finger on her way to the living...