October 28, 2011
I spot him out of the corner of my eye. He's dressed in faded shorts and threadbare cotton sweater, a faded version of red, which has probably seen the inside of a washing machine once too often. I observe from a distance, move closer as he engages in a sprint. He is a [...]
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October 26, 2011
Gnarled, bent fingers held the photo with a certain poignancy that was reflected in her wizened, grey eyes. Eyes that had seen it all: birth, baptism, weddings, anniversaries, a world war and… death. Eyes flooded with a lifetime's worth of memories, row upon row of events, each one stored in the mental archives. Eyes [...]
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