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...
