It was that twilight time in winter when, between buildings, the ground is consumed by one great blue shadow of the same hue and the snow’s depth becomes imperceptible. Walking towards the car, my sneakered foot found itself in an unseen snowbank by the sidewalk. Cold, wet, and worrying about frost-bite I sat in the [...]
Archive for December, 2008
The house on memory lane.
Posted in adventures in creative narcicissm, family on December 30, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Coupling
Posted in almost fiction, weird on December 7, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Standing in the improvised art gallery, we embraced our own social awkwardness and she said:* “Frances, can I be entirely honest?”
Yes is the only appropriate reply and besides, I covet others thoughts too often and too much to pass up on such an offer without first having to offer a penny, nickel, or grass-blade [...]



