I am afraid Every night I look into the crib And wonder at my son I am afraid That one day I will look And there will be nothing An empty bed Ruffled sheets A sock As a drop Wanders down the window After a rain Disappears into the void below There is only a …
Monthly Archives: November 2019
Boars in Barcelona; 2
Part 1 Isabel took one last look into the bright street lined with oil lamps and men stoking smoldering fires, before ducking back into the hovel she shared with her husband and children. She brushed the curtains gently into place to block the light seeping in from the greater encampment. The smoke wafted through the …