Brooklyn Bridge
I used to hear him a little after eight every morning. First, the door—never gently, always with a decisive slam. Then the measured thud of his steps on the short flight. The stick followed, striking the parquet with a steady, practised rhythm. A bout of coughing as he shrugged off his coat and hat. The…
The Raven
By most measures, I was an unusual child. I kept more company with animals than with people. There were cats, rabbits, budgies, pigeons – and a raven. The cats and rabbits offered comfort enough. The Barbary dove, which I included in various amateur conjuring tricks, had its place. Even the budgie, a gift from an elderly aunt,…
The Piano Man
I recently learned that a very good — though not especially close — friend of mine had passed away. Whenever we met, something seemed to spark between us. We shared a sense of humour, a quickness of mind, and felt at ease in each other’s company. I believe he was fond of me, too. We…
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