‘It’s Not The End’
It's not the end. I get up to grab my slippers from the bedroom. I deserve a drink, I think, then walk to the fridge and grab a bottled beer....
‘Welcome to Alamo’
What was left of the Oberhauser family moved to Madrid in 1977. It was planned as a two-year stay after which they'd go back to Germany, yet, when Baldur Oberhauser...
‘The Life of a Gate’
The gate’s hinges don’t screech anymore. The gate doesn’t rattle, bouncing up and down with a bigger chance to fall each time rather than reaching its 180 degrees of comfortable...
‘Oma’s at Christmas’
“It’s sad.” “No, no it’s not, I'm so over it,” he says. He plucks the Christmas ornaments out of sturdy, real-life pine stems as I watch. My gut churns, making...
‘On Change and Chocolates’
Helmut is a name that makes me smile - it reminds me of metal, of a sturdy armour, a helmet. Helm in German, and mut like courage, heart, spirit. The...
‘Escaping La Percha’
It's Sunday, light and airy, and I'm wearing a dress that is just right. It's soft, short sleeved, it covers enough of my body that I'm warm with the window...
Skipping – Tuscany, 2022
I don't know why, some things I see through your eyes before I see them through mine. Like now. In a perfect, or perhaps just different world, the clonk of...
Learning To Drive – New Year’s Eve, 2024
Whenever it happens, I try to swat away the memories with an extra energetic push out of bed. The kind that leaves you suspended in the air for a millisecond, a quick "and..." before...
Afterthoughts
(Based on a text that I wrote in January 2016) “Have you ever thought about your last words? What they'd sound like?,” River says shrugging his shoulders. He keeps them...