The Diogenes Blog
At three o’clock, Lily ironed the rose dress she had worn to the school formal, just before she found herself pregnant. At four the heavens opened for an hour, soaking the paddocks, sending the horses plunging and rearing. 775 more words
1 month, 1 week ago
‘Yeuch. I hate home fries,’ said Billy. He collapsed in his seat at the table as if home fries were a national insult.
‘You only hate ‘em cos they’re not Macdonalds,’ his mother said, unfolding a square of muslin for the baby. 419 more words
I found her at the back door, sooty-faced as a wolf cub. She sat on the step, turned to the forest, her eyes half-closed against the sun. 816 more words
How do you measure your children in bread? Is an older one better to keepn a little un cos they can hush their own hunger pangs Or is a little un better cos they dont eat so much? 1,369 more words
1 month, 2 weeks ago
A. A. MacConnell
If it weren’t for a whim, they would have been in the city when the soldiers came.
“If you three are going to roughhouse, you’ll do so in the field.” 59 more words
2 months, 3 weeks ago
SIBTAIN SHAHIDI PHOTOGRAPHY
Image clicked by a friend – Ajitesh Sharma
3 months ago
His Futile Preoccupations .....
“And the good things kind of glide past you. You can take them for granted. But the bad things, the regrets. They fuckin’ sting.”
After reading Roddy Doyle’s wonderful novel, … 769 more words
5 months, 3 weeks ago