Thank you for my gift, J. It’s beautiful. Beautifully appropriate and I love you, most. I opened my post box this morning expecting an electricity bill, and because we had bantered about the whole zip code thing I recognised the envelope right away. The caretaker looked at me like I was a nutcase when I … More Only Fitting
Her old hands clutched on the railings, and she stepped, one foot at a time on to each stair, afraid of falling. Afraid of being left undignified on the ground, by the youth that no longer notice the old. Her hair was tied back neatly, and her wrinkles gave away a sadness that made it … More Give of Your Time.