Glances #2

I’m taking you back a few weeks, to a quiet time in Andrew’s office; even the birds were dozing on the windowsill. I was squabbling somnolence, and Andrew lit His thoughts in black ink. He took a preference for the distinctiveness of handwritten over computer cloned. I found myself absorbed by His graceful ink-line ligatures… Continue reading Glances #2

Glances #1

“Storm Emma!” Andrew cried. “Who names a storm ‘Emma’? In the Nineteenth century it was novels and now it’s weather fronts!” He slammed the magazine on the table and turned on the television. I wasn’t sure if He was speaking to me or not. Andrew’s ire may have been misplaced, but he had a point.… Continue reading Glances #1