BRAINCHILD
BRAINCHILD It is crying again. Which one? Which one is making the noise? I am in charge here. I am The Nurse. The light is bright. I wear a gauze mask; I move slowly and heavily; the urgency of the labour I have been engaged on for so long is…
SOLACE IN HER GARDEN
The Major had realized, brushing his moustache with the back of his hand, that he knew us. Or rather, my husband. They had been together somewhere, I didn’t catch the name, but it was hot. The two men sighed in unison remembering how the sand burned the soles of their…