LOCKDOWN AT DUXTON HILLS

I could see the green leaves on the trees from my window, swaying gently to the Singapore’s morning breeze. Chirping birds flew onto the crooked branches, perched and hopped, before flying away again – they had the freedom of movement, unlike Norman and I – locked down in this apartment. I thought about my dog […]

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It Was My Father.

I was ten when it happened. I hadn’t been asleep for long when the noise and clattering began. It crawled into my subconsciousness, lingered distantly until it finally tugged me out of sleep, and I laid there, half-asleep in my yellow pajamas, besides my sister, who had marked her fifth year in the world just […]

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THE LOCKDOWN.

I watched the empty streets from my bedroom window; it was as quiet as a grave, except for the whistling of the soft breeze. White papers littered the deserted tarmac streets. Dry leaves that had fallen from the trees above fidgeted on the ground. Torn sachets of water flew carelessly with every sweep of the […]

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