The bus makes a sudden, sharp left turn, pressing me against the man beside me. I'm hyper-aware of his stubble grazing my cheek, my nerves tingling from the brief, foreign touch. As I pull away, he smiles at me, but his focus is on the window…

My son squeaks in delight as the swing reaches its peak. His eyes meet the sky….

Words unsaid often weigh more than those spoken. In this collection of micro fiction, each piece explores the delicate moments when silence becomes a character of its own - in a midnight call that goes unanswered, in an apology that refuses to take shape, in a note that marks an ending. They examine how secrets can become regrets, and how regrets themselves can become secrets we carry.

Beyond the horizon, beneath the clouds, there's a flicker, in and out of perception…

A crowded tram, the same two destinations, every morning, every evening…