Mei
The Warmth of His Hand
Walking outside on a cold day, he took my hand and warmth tingled at the surface of my skin before seeping into the palm of my hand and up my arm where it made a home in my heart.
Spiders of Frustration
There was a moment today when I realised I wasn’t being as productive as I would have liked and little spiders of frustration scuttled out of my ears, to the tips of my fingers and toes, and settled in the back of my eyes.