Sara

Sara stared intently at the white sheet and rested the tip of the pen on the top right corner of the paper, hesitating. She didn’t know how to start the letter to her mother who had rigorous standards for the quality of writing: a brilliant psychiatry professor, she tended to run everything she read through… Continue reading

Terra Two – Chapter 1

Chapter 1 “I, the most humble Mother Joachima, now in the one hundred and sixteenth year of my life, in obedience to the request of Mother Superior, was entrusted with chronicling the beginnings of our mission here on Terra Two and the first hundred years of terra forming.” “Many people would have been better suited… Continue reading

Rosalie’s perfumes

She stirred the mix gently, watching it turn bright lime green. The rounded bottom of the test tube remained lightly coated with the oily liquid for a while, making the glass look green too. Rosalie brought the little vessel closer to her nostrils and took in the fragrance in a slow deep breath. It smelled… Continue reading

Chapter III

‘I’m going to clean’ she said to herself with great determination and a positive, uplifting attitude. All around, random piles of junk of various provenances defied her proudly. ‘Who lives here?’ she wondered, in disbelief that she could actually make such a mess all by herself. ‘Later’, she figured, and brewed some fresh coffee. She swept a dubious mix… Continue reading

Who is Francis Rosenfeld?

Question: “Where did you grow up and how did your early experiences influence your writing?” Answer: “I grew up in Glenorchy, Tassie. My parents lived on a little piece of land, half cherry orchard, half vineyard, a few hundred feet from the Cadbury factory, practically my entire childhood smelled like chocolate. My parents didn’t raise me in… Continue reading