Dec 31, 2022 | Fiction |
“Mother you held me on your knee. Mother you worked for me. Mother, you taught me to toddle. Mother, you fed me at your dear old breast.” His voice died away to a whisper and in the ensuing silence I looked round the tent at the dim, grave faces of the...
Jul 28, 2018 | Fiction |
I’ve already gone into our conversation about my bird-women. That took place a few months after I asked her to move in with me and she said no. As I think of it now I know we’d have driven each other crazy but at the time her refusal shook me and I had to...
Jun 9, 2018 | Fiction |
Amaryllis seemed preoccupied. ‘See you in my dreams,’ I said. That got a smile, then she drank about half her whisky and began to cry into the rest of it. ‘What is it?’ I said. ‘What’s the matter?’ She wiped her eyes, blew her...
