Yesterday had been a rush.

As everyday, was always a rush.

He took fast decisions every day, in the city, but never about himself, at least never outside the confines of his assumed life track.

There had been no accident, no crisis, his work was going ‘well’ within his preset definition.

But as his laser focus banished any hesitation, any question, something had decided to give. Deep in his s...

because this is going to be as exciting as driving at one mile an hour she thought and that’s if she got to write anything in the first place and she felt as if she had been in denial and maybe all those unwritten pages were a blatant sign anyone else couldn’t possibly have missed anyone else would think ok this is not my path and try different things and maybe find their way but then if she was s...