Caught Between the Tides There are moments when the world feels suspended, like the tide when it’s somewhere between high and low. This story is about a moment like that. Because, although it spanned five days, in the greater scheme of things, it is but a moment. Tuesday, 5 August I left home at […]
Dream. Paint. Write. I unwrapped the course hessian sacking very carefully. Whatever was inside felt heavy, although it was no bigger than my fist. ‘Magic paint…’ is what the ancient woman at the antique store had called it. I still don’t know why I went into that store today; I was on my way to […]