Roots sunk deep into the marshy clay sucking fecundity upwards, persisting, breathe.
A sharp line ascending in an art deco curl
Lost across a life of more than a century…
Maria slid the toilet window across and pressed her aquiline nose to the flyscreen, searching the car park below uneasily. Nothing but the gleam-wobbling macadam and a few cars. ‘Bickie!’ she called in a sing-song voice. ‘Bikkiiiie!’ Usually, as soon [Read more...]