10 October 2018 ‘So,’ Jay begins, ‘here’s what we’re going to do. Are you ready?’ ‘This is a terrible idea,’ Sam warns. ‘I’m going to get us two tickets to a random show tonight, and I’m going to let the attendant decide for us.’ ‘I cannot believe you’re leaving it up to a stranger to … Continue reading The Star
She lowered him into his cradle, whispering sweet nothings as his eyes fluttered shut. Luke appeared at the door, catching her mid-reverie in the unfinished nursery.
'We'll be on the beach again soon,' she croaked, through the tubes. I nodded, hardly looking up from The Gruffalo. So I waited. At the beach. Everyday. For fifty years. And realized not long ago, that I was the one running late.