Please Shut the Gate
“PRIVATE” declares the sign mounted on the farm gate. He knows it conceals a public footpath, in the drive alongside the house. He enters. He passes…
No Links, No Ties
The wind was blowing in from the north. There'd been rain overnight. He noticed a damp patch on the conservatory carpet, confirming the storm had…
Perfect Awareness
Measured in Earth years from 2018, I'm now ninety. I look back at the twenty-first century. I trace to where I lived. I recall the food, the games,…
