A ROSE THAT BLOOMED ON UNDER A SOFT SUMMER SUN
About the egress of summer in the year 2012 on a softly sunny monday morning, Frank Falana, after a mare infested night,woke up in a worn out manner, to kiss the lips of dawn. The morning breeze came caressing his frame through the partly opened French windows which ventilated his room, And as he stretched the stress of the night mares that marred his night, he felt a little doze of relief course through his nerves with crackling cacophonous sounds escaping his body. Finding his way into his convenience, he applied a large line of paste on tooth brush, in a bit to brush off the stark sourness and bitterness that pervaded in his mouth, the paste however tasted like dung as he felt himself struggling to hold back the mounting pressure of puking. For all he knew, the night mares he had had caused the strange strings of emotional irregularities that reflected in his a...