Raquel Haber
Bio
Sometimes I write. Sometimes I make films. Sometimes I write sometimes one too many times.
Stories (2/0)
She Flies at Night
(Trigger warning: This story contains an allusion to sexual assault) The chime of the bell at the café door as it opened blended in with the folk melodies played by the Roma band inside. Despite the humble surroundings and relatively small audience, the air hummed with a vibrant undercurrent, irrevocably connecting all those in attendance.
By Raquel Haber2 years ago in Humans
The Muse
It was a typical, bustling Sunday morning at Monahan's Meat Emporium. Throngs of people lined up outside to get into one of the hottest spots in the market. The lucky few who were permitted in browsed the shelves and freezers of imported and local goods, and shouted out their orders to burgundy aproned meat hawkers for anything from house-made sausages to steaks; from lamb chops to chicken breasts, and everything in between.
By Raquel Haber3 years ago in Humans