The angel asked him what he wanted, ‘immortality’ he said and got it; he has wept for centuries seeing his loved ones depart


It was raining; the car stopped; she got in; the next day it rained again; she waited; The car stopped in front of another drenched beauty


It was always there; some found it while some kept searching; some got it and then lost it. Some never really understood what it is


“Are you their leader” They asked “No I am on your side” He replied & hid his face as his people faced the firing squad one by one


She got up and looked around and did not see him; She took his blue shirt and hung it in the balcony; That was the signal