It was a steep but short flight of stairs. I tentatively put one foot above the other and heaved myself up in the dark over each step. I tried following the host who had welcomed me with a curt nod. But he had already disappeared from view.
I write because it gives me the ability to express myself without fear - fear of being judged, fear of being contradicted or questioned and fear of being restricted. In my imaginary world, I can be anything - a failed artist, a mediocre writer, a...
