It was that time of the year and Ellie was filled with excitement just at the thought of having everyone home for Christmas. The tree was up and had been decorated overnight with sparkling lights and red taffeta ribbons. In … Continue reading →
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 →
The door opened silently and she came into the bedroom. White light filtered through the closed curtains. She guessed that the moon was high in the sky. The smells of the seasonal cooking still lingered in the air and she … Continue reading →
Trop vieux, trop laid, mal aligné… L’arbre est condamné, il doit partir. Hein, quoi ? Non, mais ça ne va pas la tête ! Me dire ça, à moi ! Mais j’ai plus de cent ans, mon bon monsieur, et cette ville est … Continue reading →
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