Month: January 2018
Saturday Afternoon
He was born with searching eyes, wrinkled and bruised, on a Saturday afternoon. As the clock chimes, his curled fingers … More
The Graveyard
It’s early. Twenty folk of various ages and nationalities, one broken orange Bedford truck and trailer, a cattle track, and … More
Adieu
A suggestion, the partial ending, with reason to believe there is another chapter to follow. We did not see the … More
I am reading a book.
For Christmas the daughter sent me three books to read. The first one I am reading is THE INCREDIBLE LIGHTNESS … More
Chronicles of Illusions 