Sophia Neishtoot

On that lovely sunny day, I was strolling around the desert with my boyfriend. There is nothing exotic about the fact, since the desert is our Homeland. We were born here, we grew up here, here we met, and here we… well… went out. I didn’t even look around much: I was acquainted with every hill, every cactus, every rock and every oasis… We playfully raced each other, chatting about the nice weather: the humid air, the warm sand. I adore the warm sand… I wanted to bury myself in it!...

Somewhere in the distant future, on a long colonized planet, Emanuilla Ivanov – a young blonde in a pink dress, closed the most interesting Romance book to pick up the phone.‘Yep? “Everything to everyone here and now” advertising company, speaking’ A gentle male voice started artistically describing his field of work. ‘Chrystalls of youth, anti-wrinkle ore, so interesting!..’ – she rolled her eyes. ‘And for effective advertisement I might even gift you with one tiny crystal’ ‘Thank you, but I...

I was sitting in the kitchen, having my morning coffee. I just sat down after seeing my son to school, and took a long and thoughtful sip. This was one of those mathematical days, when I look at the calendar and numbers pop into my head. 34 – is my age. 10 – is my son’s age. 3 – is my divorce’s age. 25 – is my husband’s new passion’s age. 6 – is their daughter’s age. Then a silly number popped into my head: 11 months… since a very strange dream my son and I have shared. Till this day it...