Apr 28, 2018 | Fiction |
The first time I saw her was in a dream, the colours were intense; the air was full of vibrations; everything seemed magnified and slowed down. The street lamps were lit but the sky was still light. She was waiting at a bus stop. A sign said BALSAMIC although there...
May 20, 2017 | Fiction |
All those women having jobs: hard to imagine, now, but thousands of them had jobs, millions. It was considered the normal thing. Now it’s like remembering the paper money, when they still had that. My mother kept some of it, pasted into her scrapbook along with...
