I was getting weary, so were they, the magic wasn’t forthcoming; that stuff from the universe that makes a would-be ordinary picture into something less ordinary. When I called it quits they were relieved, so was I, I had a safe shot as a keepsake for the attempt. Minutes later, sunlight beamed down the gravel road splitting it in two; this was positively universe sent. Before letting go of the reigns, I mentioned they had precious few minutes before the […]
I ask Ma Beaty to sit down, she has back pain and maybe I’m asking a lot. I thought it would be a welcome respite from the Last Will and Testament conversation I’ve just overheard in her kitchen. I sensed her weariness when at last she exclaimed she would give her stuff away on the day she dies. I hear my voice say she may be busy that day. Mercifully she has a sense of humour.