Archive for November, 2000

Drowning, for Rosemary

November 9th, 2000

I feel safe and protected inside and suddenly the storms are everywhere. Unable to grow any stronger out under the canopy of the sky, they come in through cracks in the windows or over telephone lines, seeking new spaces to darken, new light to choke, life to drown.
When the phone rings bad news, you can [...]

hollow wind following

November 2nd, 2000

We went shopping after work tonight, clothes, toys, anything
We were in a store that is popular with the teenage girls. We were leaving and out of the corner of my eye I noticed the security guard. A very old man, thin, balding, sort of lost looking, smiling even though he looked broken inside.
I didn’t think [...]