Month: April 2018

The Little Room : a short fiction as prose

He saw his world
through frosted pantry windows
spiced as it was
with home made marmalade
in jars dated before he could remember
painted in shadows
by a forty watt lightbulb
with a broken shade.
most of his friends
encouraged him to get out more
and see the wider world
but here he had all he needed
he felt safe
and after all
it was home.