EL AMIGO INVISIBLE
I have three books before me on my desk on this Sunday evening, the fifteenth of December. Five years
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I have three books before me on my desk on this Sunday evening, the fifteenth of December. Five years
Thursday morning, twenty three minutes to ten…. The television screen reappears. A band of interference lifts the curtain on
Thursday morning, twenty to four…. Solitude breeds in Alba a kind of quiet agitation in the half dark shadows,
Continue readingTHE CASE (PART TWO), THE WATCHER AND THE WATCHED
Thursday morning, twenty to four…. Now, all that the mind’s eye has not obliterated is a track back into
Thursday morning, twenty to four…. Faces live in patterns in faded wallpaper, in the shapes and folds of dropped
Continue readingTHE CASE (PART FOUR), A THOUGHT ASSASSINATED
Thursday morning, twenty to four…. In only an instant his thoughts are back to sounds, sounds of feet, of
Alba’s sweet letter becomes Shakespearean Belladonna, and Alba is naked and offered up to her distant lover as her hand
Continue readingTHE CASE (PART SIX), ALBA’S LETTER MEANS SOMETHING
Thursday morning, twenty three minutes to ten…. In darkness, that which is withered gains perfection and is transformed. In