Author Archives: markrowancropper

M is for Murder, A for Atomium

Posted on 16/11/2017 by markrowancropper

Tuesday 11 September 2001 One of those days, never to forget. I was at work in Brussels when I saw it all on TV, as I left through the lobby to catch the Schuman train. The Twin Towers in New … Continue reading →

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15. Finally, lost in Brussels

Posted on 12/06/2017 by markrowancropper

Artwork by Enrique Cropper “I’m heading out of an office block. I say Bonne soirée to the guard at the reception desk. I come out on to a city street. There are high, glass-fronted buildings around me. It’s dark. It’s … Continue reading →

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9. A young man’s story

Posted on 29/04/2017 by markrowancropper

Art work by Enrique Cropper With the children safely put to bed, the adults could settle down to restoring the story circle. So they turned their attention their newest member, Grhm, whose needs had been so rawly evident at mealtime … Continue reading →

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13. A Candle in the Winter Darkness

Posted on 19/12/2016 by markrowancropper

Artwork by Enrique Cropper “Happy Christmas” said my wife as she kissed me on the forehead and I realise I have, somewhat unusually, slept in late. In that instant, lying in bed still half asleep, I feel a sensation … Continue reading →

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11. Trees, fallen leaves and memories

Posted on 19/11/2016 by markrowancropper

The rebinding of the roof of their dwelling thus complete, the members of the community gathered in a circle to bring to mind the effort they had all just made together that day. They stood for a few moments, reflecting … Continue reading →

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