#VisDare 60: Patience #WritersWednesday

I thought I recognised him: the steady gaze, the strong hands, the broad shoulders, now a little stooped. Of course he had changed as all of us, all of us still living that is. The long untidy hair was in sharp contrast with the close-shaven head of my memories. The shabby civilian clothes did not … Continue reading #VisDare 60: Patience #WritersWednesday