The Trees Swallow People: Part 13
I don’t know if I believe in anything after death. I think there’s something, like a god or something, but not in the “God” sense.…
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I don’t know if I believe in anything after death. I think there’s something, like a god or something, but not in the “God” sense.…
I was sleeping when the bangs echoing across the house finally stirred me. In the blissful, groggy sort of state, where you’re not yet a…
I felt like going for a walk. I mean, I always do, but this particular time I really felt it, like I was strongly carried…
The invitation to meet Shepard was hidden amongst the clutter of post I had let pile up over the days. It was late August by…
It had been days since we were trapped. What little light was managing to penetrate the forest of people outside my windows came in stages…
We’re supposedly social animals, cooperative, empathetic. I’m not the most exuberant person, but I like to think I’m agreeable and can hold a conversation. I…
Had more than the fog closed around us? Did the world morph around us to bend straight stretches into tormenting loops; a new circle of…
The fog wasn’t unusual for the time of year. A damp but clear Friday night was perfect for a foggy Saturday. Letting Diva out for…
It was one of the Tuesdays when I would go to the post office down the village when I saw Shepard again. He was standing…
After a few days, they had the pitch taped off. A local club wasn’t impressed. There were other pitches, but GAA lads aren’t known for…
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