REMEMBER ME?
- September 21, 2025
- by
- Chubby Little Girl
She remembered them all…. faces of old classmates from school days. None was a friend then. She was barely a shadow, a non-entity in their world.
Now, her inbox chimed, friend requests lined with sudden and over familiar words. Was it the job title? The wealth they whispered about or the magazine cover??
Each message began the...
ONE LAST TOUCH
- July 24, 2018
- by
- admin_chubbylittlegirl
I touch the wall of the dilapidated building and the paint begins to peel off. The names of the best friends aren’t there anymore. I try to relive the days spent here. Running in the corridors as a kid, sitting on the parapet and gossiping with friends, looking at the boards sometimes with a blank...
