A M E L I A
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Screenwriter and author based in London, England.
If I could be anything other than human it would be a dreamcatcher of vivid imaginations...
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The Othe(ring)
Albi. Arabic for “my heart.” The singular word embossed on the gold, heart-shaped locket. Engraved for, Safia, daughter of Maher the widower, before she set off for the country of London to take refuge from the war. Maher was poor enough to go without food for weeks but rich enough with love to gift his daughter the locket of remembrance. It proved to be a comfort for Safia as she sat, stifled, between the wet, shivering bodies rich with pungent body odours that intertwined with the sea air.
By A M E L I A5 years ago in Fiction
Luna Day
Luna sits in front of the vanity table mirror with a selection of make-up messily laid out in front of her. Pinks. Blues. Yellows. Some may consider it make-up fit for a clown but Luna sees it as fit for a Queen. Applying a full-face of make-up each morning has become part of her new morning routine during Covid. Just after she has breakfast—always weetabix with a side of orange juice—and before she begins her work. Sometimes she takes part in a Zoom call for which she is always insistent about looking presentable. Out of curiosity I ask her why she has started to incorporate this daily make-up routine during lockdown, and her reply is simply, “because you used to always do it, mama."
By A M E L I A5 years ago in Families
