• Friendship

    Here

    This was where we first met. Right here on this bench. You were watching the cars, counting them, you said. Sneaking a glance at the driver, wondering who they might be and where they were going. You found it hard letting go, retiring. I had just had a fight with my girlfriend, my first long-term one. I was in the wrong as usual, and you helpfully pointed that out to me. After the fourth time of bumping into each other here anyway. It was right near where my bus stopped, and it was on your way to the village shop. You told me exactly what I did and what I…

  • Story Snapper

    Tranquillity

    Tranquillity. She deserves more attention, more respect. We’re always so busy. We don’t take lunch breaks in the park, we take them at our desk, during a phone call, in a meeting. I didn’t meet Tranquillity for sixty years. There were so many deadlines in our publishing house, piles of paperwork and far too few coffee breaks. My coffee was gulped over pages, leaving brown rings on the paper. I met Tranquillity in retirement. Suddenly, I had time. To hear the early birdsong, feel the whispering breeze through my thin hair, meet strangers who turned into friends. I felt relaxed for the first time in my life. If only someone…