No Aphrodisiac.

Waiting for you, by edoaja   There’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness, Truth, beauty, and picture of you. Advertisements

Curtain call

  ‘Show’s over’ her mother whispers to her as the bright lights fade to black.   The little girl keeps staring ahead of her, unmoving and unblinking, although she can’t see through the darkness.   She can hear people shuffling their feet, gathering their children and their belongings, getting ready to get up and leave…