Accidents
Posted by Martyn Kelly on Jul 4th, 2012 in Cogitations
Look around you, in your office, or on your bus, or in the tube train you’re on, hot and humid. Perhaps you are on your gap year, with foreign sand in your shoes (I hope you are the latter). Everyone around you sprung from two other people, this you know, but think for a moment how those people were accidental …
The Architect Charles Bulfinch
Posted by admin on May 22nd, 2012 in Short Stories
The lines of the white convertible, rising, converging. The red leather seats. The smell of coconut sun tan lotion, now a part of the seats, a faint smell of sweat, the taste of rum as they kiss a casual goodbye. She goes to work where everyone gets their ice cream and the motor turns. These are the days of sun …