The Bench

There were four of them. Like parrots sitting on a perch, squawking and preening. The three ladies were ruffling their white-feathered heads and the gentleman was sitting watching, touching his own balding crown with a worn and wrinkled claw. Their hands then crossed simultaneously over the handles of their walking sticks, three of them bright … Continue reading

Sleeping Beauty

If I hadn’t known better I would have sworn you were simply asleep. Your eyes were peacefully closed, your mouth resting and at ease and your cheek was warm under my hand. I was sure I could see the almost imperceptible movement of your chest rising and falling. But then the tell-tale signs started to … Continue reading