William Shakespeare’s grave is in Holy Trinity Church in Stratford-Upon-Avon. I can’t say much about arguably the most famous writer who ever lived that hasn’t already been said. Ironically, this amount of discourse is because we don’t know much about… Continue Reading →
I remember when I found you, just before you caught the train that day many months in coming. Of course you’d always been there, doing what you were meant to. Bandaging, teaching, cajoling, exasperating, bringing me up in a… Continue Reading →
(From as-yet unfinished short story) We dropped Ben off at his lodgings and I stayed in the car, pretending to be absorbed in the local guide book as he and Runa said their goodbyes. As she drove us back through… Continue Reading →
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