Family
Salvaged
Curious, how people flit in and out of memory, sometimes a vague insubstantial presence, at other times crystal clear.
There was about him a brittle dangerous energy not quite contained, forever threatening to erupt, spill over into aggression and violence.
Salvaged
‘Choose a good flat stone, like this one. Weigh it in your hand, feel how it sits between finger and thumb. Now aim low, catch the water a glancing blow.’
Salvaged
It began like this.
He was sixteen, maybe seventeen, and determined to go to sea, sail across the Atlantic to see his brother in Chicago.
