Letting Go

I’m still in Portrush. Gales and more gales blow through, one trailing the other, bowling balls careening down a polished rink, on they roll, another, another, another. The wind abates for a day or two, then I’ll be lying in my upstairs bedroom at night and hear it gather speed, listen to it rise, rip, … Continue reading Letting Go

Absence

A late June night.  I’d picked her up from the tram, and we were driving back along York Place.  From there, we drove down Leith Walk, briefly passing through Haddington Place, before we turned onto Montgomery Street.  She lifted her hand, an involuntary action, she didn't seem to know she was doing it, and pressed … Continue reading Absence