Sunday

“I like revisiting, at certain times, spots where I was once happy; I like to shape the present in the image of the irretrievable past.” ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights

Prepper

Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com Fitting the steel door took the last of the daylight. Afterwards, sitting on the floor of the hallway, swigging from a beer, feeling the ache radiate from my shoulders, my mind wandered. These things would have been quicker with two people, but who had that luxury anymore? The bars were … Continue reading Prepper

The Smile of Autumn Ghosts

Joe stood at the corner of the train station, chatting to a stranger over a cigarette when Keeley arrived. She smiled at the ease with which he carried himself in making the most of his time. When he spoke about his previous marriage, he told her how it used to irritate his wife and the … Continue reading The Smile of Autumn Ghosts

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I would feast you in my great hall bathe in hot springs make love to you underneath the old tree Like the kings of old under the ancient gods rest against my chest and hear the roar of glory which echoes with each beat of my heart