I am the old man by the river, if you think I am someone’s grandfather, or the village elder, I could be, but more important, I am the keeper of a memory of people and communities, “stories have changed my dear boy,” I told the man in the grey suit, “there are no more battles …
Cafe Light.
Two men were sitting at the diner and having dinner. A woman seated in a parked car watched them through the window for a while. She was furious with one of the diners, how dare he sit here leaving his mother alone? She waited a while before she got off the car and walked up …
Haem an’ hearth.
You must be wondering who I am or which era I belong to. Well I am the collective memory. When anyone thinks of an English country home and hearth and joy I am the picture that they create. Many families have lived in my hearth, few have made them home. If you thought home was …
