Katerina Petrou
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Combining my passions of travelling, food, poetry and photography, I welcome you to read my stories.
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Going to a concert alone.
In the past, I have found it difficult to apply makeup to my face when I have somewhere to go but no one to see. As if I am putting on a clown mask and a low-cut top while the sun has already gone to bed. Though, I did not feel this way as I got myself ready for a recent concert in Camden. No, not at all. I smudged black kohl around my eyes and coated a gloss on my lips, put on a pair of leopard print trousers and headed out the door with nothing to beat my heart other than blood and excitement.
By Katerina Petrou2 months ago in Wander
Black Coffee Steam
The ring is missing. We are sitting at the kitchen table arguing about it, but they are not shouting at me. I almost wish they were. It would be less painful than this silent disappointment that feels like the weight of the world is bringing me to my knees. I did not mean to lose the ring, it was a symbol of my love and commitment to them. A gold infinite band engraved with their name, Solitude.
By Katerina Petrou6 months ago in Fiction
