Nikki Trailor

  • Nikki Trailor

For the first time in his life, Armaan felt old. The departure of his youngest son had aged him quickly and he spent his days counting the hours until he could see his wife, hear her gentle voice as she chastised him for spilling a drop of food on his shirt or for the fleck of mud he stepped onto the rug. He felt a sense of pride as he thought of his son in the big city, but it still stung. Before his eyes, their tight-knit family was unravelling, one thread at a time.

Seed by Nikki Trailor. Image by Joey Lawrence.