A Postcrossing
-->story for Vesna in Croatia Marie's pitch was opera perfect. Her high C cracked Champagne flutes. One lover begged her to star in Madam Butterfly at La Scala whist another wanted her covered only with red roses to sing in his bed Marie being a modern sort of girl, took up rock and roll instead
Spiral We will know our final destiny when the last human sits shivering under the dead black sky.
Stop, I must object to this monstrous portrayal of a one-road time. We have known for centuries that this is false science; time is a spiral of birth, sustenance and destruction.
Temperate For me it was my son’s birthday. We had agreed mackerel line fishing off the north Cornwall coast. Instead, I went off binge drinking and woke up in a field. Back home seeing his silent face made me take the pledge and I have been temperate for 10 years now.
Huddled in what was left of the tent, with the rain drum-rolling overhead, they watched the other campers clomping over fields trying to find boots, towels, wetsuits, pots, bedding and pets, as the wind played tag with them.
Shivering, mum said, “well at least a tropical storm is bleeding warm.”