Day: July 24, 2007

Sophea T. Amari

The Crying Baby

She begged the baby to stop crying, but it wouldn’t. The room was small and hot and sweat furrowed between her eyebrows. Her cheeks burned red from the heat, her eyes were bright, darting around the room, hoping to discover something that would distract the baby and stop it from crying. It was a pretty …

Sophea T. Amari

Lighting the cigarette

Was there ever such a cold evening? She couldn’t remember the last time it had been this cold out. She sat on the bench, surveying her surroundings with a critical eye, pulling her jacket closer around her lithe body. The park was almost empty, except for a harried mother half-dragging, half-ushering a small boy homeward …