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  When the red mist lifts, as lift it surely will, he will be consumed with regret. But for now, the thrumming of his rage, the clenching and unclenching of his fists, the drumming of his heels… this is the … Continue reading →

La Jeunesse Long shadows stain the shimmering cobbles; it’s still hot for late September. Weatherworn cottages bordering the square ogle with unblinking eyes as she lifts the damp curls from her neck.  The boy from le tabac wipes down tables, … Continue reading →

It’s always a balancing act; her mood flickers across the full spectrum in response to words or deeds imperceptible to most of us. You learn to tip-toe around her, to cajole, reassure or sometimes just step back for a short … Continue reading →

  Ahead of me, she peers through the patterned window of the tea-shop.  She’ll hate arriving first, as would I, but enters anyway. I hesitate, wondering why I’m here. Does either of us really have an appetite for this reunion, … Continue reading →

They began creating their finest work the day she was born. Between them, they had all the child would ever need.  A dash of creativity, a smidgen of courage, an infinitesimal feathering of fey, and a vibrant slash of joie-de-vivre. … Continue reading →

The men in Cressida’s life are as prone to extravagant gestures as Cressida is to studied understatement. Thus relationships seldom endure. But they do say that you never know the true nature of a man until you leave him, so … Continue reading →

The crops are ruined. The marauders demolished all that grew above the surface, and now worms and insects continue their mission below. Still every day he comes, grading the soil between leathery fingers, searching for something, anything to mark his … Continue reading →