Oozezi
Oozezi Creative Collective
She smiled. There was something honest about him, unguarded in a way that felt rare.
The suya spot wasn’t what he expected. Dim yellow bulbs swung lazily from crooked iron rods. A dusty plastic table stood wobbly…
RUDE AWAKENING The room was dark and the air felt dense and still, it all felt too familiar. The siren…
The café was louder than usual, the continued clicking of keyboards, the soft music looping under jumbled conversations, and the occasional hiss…
It was a toothbrush with a sharpened handle. Without warning he thrust it forward at my abdomen but I was quick enough…
She stood with the stillness of someone observing, not participating. But her eyes were ripe with a curiosity that was anything but…