“He had a Gladstone bag, he did, of leather” “A doctor?” “Don’t think so, not much of a talker.” “Charming?” “No, but clever” The lot of them, women, down and out. desperate for a draught of gin or stout. favors for pence, shillings, from the quite generous, perhaps a crown. The younger ones said “I …
Morpheus, where is he at this late hour? As I rid myself of boxes and bags of accumulated stuff, trying in vain to lighten my load. Yet even as I do so, and even as the flesh falls away from my bone as it has for the last month, I still feel as if I …
One of the few reasons I can say I am glad to have discovered WN later in life. I didn’t know about or read any of the political ramblings of the mainstream. I started in WN, then started to read about political thought, and holding their stuff up to our light. Whatever I ‘knew’ , …
I would think it would be tempting, in the wake of losing your child, to avoid listening to anyone, to shut down and simply soldier on resolutely. Particularly to try and defend what is left of your child’s existence, to provide a last bastion of refuge at least for their memory, to shelter and protect …
Widower The field trip was almost over. Myself ,this man, and 5 children (having been abandoned by the other mother who took the two kids she was with and decided we could have the third ‘extra’, that was originally to be shared by all) were gathered at the small lab-created island near the gate. I …
The Spoils of War 