Aug 5, 2009 | Fiction |
As he was passing by the cathedral, warm, uncanny sounds reached his ears. He would have sung in the same key, had his voice, like his mood, been at his command. Suddenly a spot of dirt fell on him. Curious and startled, he looked up at the buttresses. Pigeons preened...
Jul 11, 2009 | Fiction |
‘How old are you?’ ‘Nine and a bit.’ ‘Which would you prefer, a piece of chocolate or a book?’ ‘A book.’ ‘Indeed? Splendid! So that’s your reason for standing here?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Why...
Nov 10, 2008 | Fiction |
He opened the book at random, or so he believed, but a book is like a sandy path that keeps the indent of footsteps. He had read from this one to Sam several times during the last two years, but the footsteps of his own childhood had dug deeper and the book opened on...
