Thoughts of Freedom
A ray of sunlight flickers across my bench, how I wish that I might reach up and escape through the skylight. Instead I am incarcerated in this hovel of a prison. Who am I ? I was once the Right…
Confused I am
There were days when he wondered what life was really about. It was great being a student at Oxford studying medieval literature. He enjoyed reviewing ancient texts, then translating them; but as he looked around his room he felt something…
Please Hurry
In theory Monday was the Reverend's day off, but Mrs McDuffy answered the phone. 'Hello - The Vicarage'. Silence greeted Mrs McDuffy 'Hello - The Vicarage' 'Please please send someone to 49 Back Water St, our mam is dying,…