Saves 0 The Good Deed of the Flame There was a single candle in the room when my father died, and I have thereafter never been able to look at one without the entire event reconstituting itself around me with complete and...
Saves 0 The mountain had not been there yesterday. Yesterday there had been her brother, twelve years old, laughing at something she had said, stepping from the kerb without looking, and yesterday there had been the sound of...