Her life through my eyes Until her eyes can remember. Continue reading Memories
A leather chair soft, spongy carpet, curled up like a perm. One hall, 4 bedrooms. A kitchen – where my Paw Paw is making his peach milkshakes. Foggy, faux-glass cups. Ice cream and peach particles sliding down the throat, soothing. Golf on the TV – more in tune with the wood furniture than modern plastic. An afternoon stretched out like cloth on an ironing board. … Continue reading Kirby
Would you kindly read this post?
I am reminded of the game Bioshock. Most people know of it because of the big daddy, a large being in olden diving suit with a huge drill for a hand and a mean temper. It is an evocative image. But those who played the game will remember Would you kindly… Continue reading “Would You Kindly Read This”