Ifenna’s Diaries – 3

3  It’s Monday morning and I was determined to have a better week; not getting on peoples’ nerves . After a double period of Maths clasess; there was a free period, I decided to go to the library so I won’t be forced into any unhealthy conversation. When I got back from the library...

Ifenna’s Diaries – 2

2   “Ifenna, get up from that bed or you’ll be late for school.” It was my mum again, waking me up for the umpteenth time. I rolled over and ignored her, the worry on her voice irritated me. I wished she would just go away. I checked the time, it was 7:00 am, and...

No Fresh Starts – 6

Lines Crossed   The knock came at exactly seven.  Sophie had spent the last hour rearranging her apartment, hiding the single wineglass by the sink, fluffing the pillows on her couch, adjusting the lighting to something professional. Not romantic. Definitely not romantic.  Before she went to the door, she stood by her bed and took...

No Fresh Starts – 5

Dinner was Mark’s idea.  “Least I can do after dragging you around all afternoon,” he said, holding the door of a dimly lit Italian bistro open for her.  Sophie hesitated, then stepped inside. One meal. Still professional.  They ordered. Spaghetti Amatriciana Pasta for her, steak for him, and for a while, they talked about...

No Fresh Starts – 4

Close Quarters  The real estate office was sleek and modern, all glass walls and polished concrete floors. Exactly the kind of place that made Sophie feel like she should be holding a green juice instead of her half-empty coffee cup.  Mark was already inside, leaning over the agent’s desk, pointing at something on a...

No Fresh Starts – 3

Lessons in Light  The morning air in Griffith Park was crisp, the kind of LA weather that made everything feel just a little sharper. Sophie adjusted the strap of her camera bag, scanning the path for Mark. She spotted him leaning against a picnic table, scrolling through his phone, a travel mug steaming beside...

No Fresh Starts – 2

Coffee and Confessions  Sophie walked into the whispering solitude of her studio apartment and sank into her couch, the weight of the day pressing into her shoulders. A few thoughts lingered on her mind, all about the meeting she just had. As hard as she tried not to make any big deal of it,...

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