*****Read part one Here ***** The railroad tracks just a few metres from the house clanged loudly as the old train slowly and steadily moved on them. It was no passenger train for I had never seen any soul on it. It was one old container train. Mianga wasn't so far from our small getaway… Continue reading Facing the moon Prt2.
Leon promised to check on the cake as I walked out, with a promising smile, that his apologies would work this time.I stood out of my/ our little cottage since we both had invested our savings on it. Although I remember contributing more than him. I remember it being a very cold night, and the… Continue reading Facing the Moon