Author: Tatiana Michalou

When August Asks Nothing of Us

Some seasons are not meant to be productive. They are meant to loosen our grip a little, to soften us

Chapter V : The Audience

“Would you like me to wait for you?” Nikos looked first at the meter and then at the driver. The

Chapter IV : What Remained in Darkness

The summer heat wave was unbearable.. From early morning, the sun had spread itself across eastern Attica without the slightest mercy.

Chapter III : The Owl

For a few seconds, Nikos believed that Athens had no sound.. of course that was just before.. he opened the

Chapter ΙΙ : Beneath the Surface

“Are you looking for anything in particular?” Dina looked up from a stack of books that had just arrived. Open

The Postcard That Smelled Like Home

Some postcards are beautiful.. Others become mirrors.. This one has always been both for me.. I don’t remember the first

The Game Wasn’t About Breaking Ice

The other day, I opened a small online game.. Nothing serious, just the kind of game people play when their brain

Fridays Belong to Trash Food

In my family, we are very disciplined during the week.. Meals appear at roughly the same hours, as if summoned by

Some Mornings Arrive as Hearts

This morning, I walked down to a small beach near my home.. The sea was still wearing that quiet blue it

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