Random Stories

Its at times like this that I ask the alter ego of my brain (which I call Yunalesca, or Yuna for short) -- What's the matter?

For no particular reason Lemon Juice popped into my head and onto the keyboard. This is most likelly my first attempt at a sad story, although looking at it from a removed point of view, I might have overkilled it. My eyes are kinda aching right now, and I'm sure it isn't because I'm sitting at the PC the whole day. Something squirmed beneath my eyelids, a tear perhaps, but didn't quite leave.

Funny, I remember writing something similar when I was just a teen. A reverb from the past?