Christmas has inspired innumerable deeds of creativity and charity. Some have composed songs to honour the Son of God, some have given gifts to the poor, and others have held feasts of celebration. Then there’s Charles Dickens. When he contemplated the birth of Jesus Christ, the incarnation of Deity, and the arrival of hope for... Continue Reading →
A Pleasant Haunting
Anatole leaned forward on the couch and coughed a hearty, phlegmy cough. He grunted at the dusty ray of sunlight that had entered uninvited through the divide in his dingy curtains. A mild hangover squeezed his head. His eyes settled on the coffee table, where from amid the mass of horse racing form guides and... Continue Reading →