Stories and Paintings
Sorry about that. It has been six weeks since I last wrote. I couldn’t write. You see, it’s not every day you realise you are not the person you thought you were. It was a shock. Even now, still, it is difficult to admit. But after deep and painful reflection, as well as five... Continue Reading →
In my bed I turn and stretch, exhale a slow frustrated breath, And curse my inability to sleep. Minutes and then hours tick by, as hordes of thoughts assail my mind, All clamorous but nothing very deep. I sit and yawn and check the time, five hours gone since half past nine, Look out the window... Continue Reading →
“It is you,” he said. I didn’t know what to do. “Do you know who I am?” he asked. “Uh, yes sir,” I said. “I have a lot of respect for you, and if you could just let me explain—” “No, no. That’s not what I meant.” He peered at me. “You’ve been there recently, haven’t... Continue Reading →
