Is this rock my last prison on earth, is this solitude my punishment, this rain my future? The rain won't stop, as the poet once said: it rains in my heart as it rains on the city, the city where we once lived... This deluge is not only for me: it is for all those lost … Continue reading #VisDare 113: Limbo
Fallen Angel
#WritersWednesday: 17 October – Back to School
She said she would meet me in the old town, so we planned to stop there on the return journey from Italy. Very little had changed in the centre of town. I explained to Sarah that I would meet Mel near my old school: this was after all our old ground, twenty years back. Sarah … Continue reading #WritersWednesday: 17 October – Back to School
