Posts from the ‘Creative’ category

Dark Ages

Splotchy crimson bulb, throbbing next to my collarbone. In the mirror, it looked like a volcano from space. I drew a shaking finger to nudge it, but, in a moment of clarity, smacked the skin and it disappeared. 

The Road of Ruins

My hands gripped to the railing, I peered down at the ancient brickwork laid out in the dimensions of a house. My fingers twitched as the suburban road stretched on ahead of me in the middle of the fresh, morning mist which mingled with the scent of a bit tongue splashed across the dashboard, dribbled down soft flesh onto the stone blocks below. 


Have you ever had a travel experience so significant that it left an indelible scar upon your life for over a decade? My first visit to Oradour-sur-Glane did just that.