Learning to Pause

Narrator: “MOOOOM! No offence, this tastes disgusting!” Ziva wrinkled her face at the yellow gloop that filled her bowl, patiently waiting to be eaten. “It’s inedible! MOM?” Fingers flying in a haze, clicking furiously on the laptop; golden-brown tangled hair (which any bird would mistake for a comfortable nest); pursed lips; eyes darting from theContinueContinue reading “Learning to Pause”