Healing
His knife cut the son's breath short, as the father fell to the ground. Filial eyes followed the descent, purblind, disbelieving. Sirens wailed to a stop, rushing constabulary to the…
A man’s shirt
Regarding the man with a well-ironed shirt, he has a well-heeled woman by the heath. Regarding the man with a shirt fraying at the edges, he is alone. But the…
Standing on the edge …
Why would you do that? To feel the old ticker flutter? Stutter? Splatter? Is life so hard, that standing on the edge is easier? No answers If I am the…