She paused on the street, suitcase at her feet, crying under her dark glasses. She had spent an unpleasant morning packing a few rumpled clothes, old photos and a few faded letters, leaving it till almost the last minute, an hour… Continue Reading
It’s a cold, windy day and I am at the window table trying to write my New Year resolutions. At least that is what I should be doing but I spend more time watching the dry leaves clattering across the… Continue Reading
As soon as her husband went into the sitting room, Meera slipped out of the back door. Today of all days, he had come back early, complained he was unwell, shouted, slapped her once and finally gone, grumbling, to watch… Continue Reading
Why do they bother to lie to me? Don’t they know that I can see the truth? They come, they sit smiling at my table and they tell me stories which have no truth in them at all. I see… Continue Reading