* How far would you go to mend a broken heart? After Randolph left, Lucia could not extricate herself from the shadows at the gate. She stood there in the dark crook, waiting for his return. For days she stood, sodden by the cold rain, the wind turning her brittle from the inside out. After... Continue Reading →

Not Enough.

Phil and I sit beneath huge umbrellas, mine forest green, his red and white check - as jolly as the tablecloths sometimes found in Italian restaurants. We are drinking weak coffee from a thermos and eating squares of dark chocolate. The park is deserted due to the heavy rain except for several sea gulls bobbing... Continue Reading →

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