Day 7: #28Letters – VOICES

He squeezed his eyes tight, shaking off the voices inside his head. “Don’t do it!” “This is wrong!” “Think of the damage you’ll cause!” Damage? His own voice roared, towered over them. Did they think of the damage they caused to my life when they fired me for no reason? It’s just the building entrance. … Read more

Day 6 #28Letters: The Window

His feet tapped on the window sill, finding rest for his tired, wind-whipped body. The mother whispered, “Go away,” but abruptly stopped when her child grasped her arm, weakly shaking her small head. In gratitude, he sang her a beautiful song. She rewarded him with a dazzling smile. From then on, the window remained open. … Read more

Day 5 #28Letters: Dementia

At first, it’s the little things. A name. Some place. A memory. Then it becomes a few names. A lot of places. Many memories. It’s like, you step into a merry-go-round which has just started spinning, and then it speeds up, round and round and round, and you get lost and dizzy as the objects … Read more