Fiction Writing
Glass roses, gilt-edged with gold, smashed and splintered. He sits among them, the broken shards of his life. She has gone now, the fire and the fury. She will return, he knows. She will do it again. Why does he put up with it? That abstract notion of love? Loyalty? Or shame? Shame that a … Continue reading GILT-EDGED
It started one year, with one child. 'What do those children get?' she asked, and her mother told her, 'Not much.' The child had some shoes she'd outgrown. She placed them at the gate of the orphanage on Christmas Eve. The next year more shoes were left. Another year on and bags of clothing appeared. … Continue reading THAT ONE SPECIAL DAY
