It was pristine; white and pure with a slim, neat stalk. Quite a contrast to the place it sent me, a blasted wasteland of mud, rats and little hope of return. I met her at a dance two years previously and courted her devotedly. She
I carry this thing in my pocket which makes everything worthwhile. The place where I work is a vast edifice on the edge of the financial district. It is one of seven similar buildings owned by the company that I work for. The company that
We never agree on anything. It’s not for lack of trying. He just can’t help himself. He has this primordial urge to argue. Well, maybe not primordial. Maybe the arguing is the result of the evolutionary process. Maybe now we argue instead of going at
My father played softball at this park when I was a little boy. Shortstop, civil servant’s league, every Saturday for eight years, weather permitting. Though I was mostly too young to enjoy the game I came along anyway, spending the innings climbing on the jungle
If I looked on the outside the way I feel on the inside, I’d be a shrivelled, wizened thing with tiny twig arms and you’d worry I wasn’t looking after myself and have the urge to take me in and feed me. Honestly, you would.