The Atlantic rain hammers the windows, in the grey skies the birds are still, hesitant. Is it the impossible memory, the fear to forget, to ignore, someday to face the nightmare, in our lives? Those who deny, wrote Primo Levy, are ready to start again. Is it possible? But then we know, in our … Continue reading Low Light #HolocaustMemorialDay
I know they are there, well hidden, but making sure I am aware of their presence, just in case I was about to forget. This is tyranny, being on an apparent lose leach, but one that can be shortened at no notice: suddenly the pain, the endless despair. I see a glimmer of blue … Continue reading Ambushed
They land in waves, silent and lethal. It starts with this crippling feeling in the arms, the shoulders, then the vice at the back of the neck. The throat is soon paralysed, breathing becomes a struggle. Soon the only respite is sleep, assisted by Codeine. Their numbers are beyond mathematics: maleficent molecules to the … Continue reading Multitude
Bernhardt Günther is a tough guy, a survivor of the trenches of the Great War, a cop, a man who loves women, and his city, Faust's metropolis, Berlin in the 30s. In March Violets - evoking the cynical opportunists who join the Nazi party late, and buy their way to a low number party card … Continue reading Pale criminals, a reading of Berlin Noir by Philip Kerr
Tell us your funniest relationship disaster story. She was hot, not the provocative sort, but of the unmissable type. We observed each other for a while. The skies were low, the air cold. She wore sheepskin and high boots. I had a sense that she would take the initiative: she did. Once in my … Continue reading #DailyPrompt: Third Rate Romance #WritersWednesday
If you could read a book containing all that has happened and will ever happen in your life, would you? If you choose to read it, you must read it cover to cover. I do not need you to learn about the past, and I do not trust you. As for the future, you are … Continue reading This is Your Life #DailyPrompt #faith
Tell us about a time you found out after the fact that you’d been mistaken and you had to eat a serving of humble pie. "I'm so sorry my friend, I really apologise to you (poor bugger), how could I be so ruthless?" The little demon keeps agitating in his bag, squeaking. "I know, I … Continue reading Humble Pie #DailyPost
Someone or something you can’t communicate with through writing (a baby, a pet, an object) can understand every single word you write today, for one day only. What do you tell them? So, you can read me now! I am so glad. I have wanted to tell you for a long time: you may hide, pretend not to … Continue reading #DailyPrompt: Literate for a Day
You will know the weight of this fist when you see me, You will know the price you are about to pay for those treacheries, the price of remembering your victims: There will be no mercy, the only outcome your destruction In agony...
By the pen, By the sword...