Monthly Archives: December 2015

A Fit of Compassion The last time she left in a fit of compassion as she would say later. “ I did not want to see him die that way.” She expected me to understand, and I nodded slightly and … Continue reading →

The Angel   “Angels do not have wings,” she said, in gentle rebuke of my question. We had been speaking since the pre-dawn hours when she approached me from the far end of the desolate beach. In the half-light she was … Continue reading →