I was nervous, I was dreading it. I was also very slightly excited. Very very slightly. What if I could actually win this tennis tournament finals match? The slight excitement was a deeply buried emotion. But there was a tiny bubble of excitement fizzing somewhere in my head - and then as soon as I... Continue Reading →
He walks
The tall man walks. He walks through the village. He doesn't live there but he walks there. Every day he walks there. His face is tanned. It is wrinkled and leathery - he must smoke or have smoked. The lines show the inhalations - one after another, after another. His eyes have squinted hundreds of... Continue Reading →