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Be careful what you wish for.
Christmas wreaths, tinsel, and stars lined the smoky walls of the White Hart Pub. Memories of holidays, softened by distance, battled the harder edges of my current situation. The lack of possibilities in my dark flat once again sent me here, where I’d at least find a cast of characters. I pulled apart a wishbone from the remains of my chicken and chips dinner, the larger piece remaining in my left hand. 1902 had been disappointing. I wished to be a part of something positive in 1903.… Read the rest
They say blood is thicker than water, but some friendships are made of thicker stuff still.
There is no surer sign of damnation than the need to pay a priest for a eulogy.
He whispered the prayers.
His hand was trembling and his eyes were black hollows burrowed into his skull. A three-day growth filled the hollows of his cheeks.
Johnny’s corpse had looked healthier before they closed the lid.
The priest finished and folded a once-purple stole into the pocket of his coat and turned away without saying a word.
There wasn’t much more to say. Johnny wasn’t a good man, but he was my mate.… Read the rest