Aisle-land Blues

It was two weeks before her wedding and she was depressed as hell. It was so hard putting up a smile, so hard concentrating on the last minute arrangements, so hard keeping it together. It had all started the day she went to pick up her gown. They’d had to make some minor adjustments and … Continue reading Aisle-land Blues

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Chasing Shadows

My dad died when I was six. Well, six and a half; I was big on halves then. Anyway, he died. And whether as a result of too much TV or an already over-active imagination, I used to "see" him sometimes. Always at night. Always in dim-lit rooms. He would just stand there, half-smiling; male … Continue reading Chasing Shadows