The Writing Dog

He is ever alert to the sounds of her. Footsteps upstairs might mean she is coming. She may yet share the couch with him. He will lay his nose on her leg and sigh, tail thumping the upholstery in a contented rhythm. On frost-laden mornings she greets him and lets him out. He hears the … More The Writing Dog

A Gift

Tania wasn’t sure why she’d kept it. A round mirror with a gold bevelled edge, the glass curved. Her touch was hesitant as she removed the wrapping, half expecting him to materialise, or be reflected in the surface like a messenger from the past. He had given it to her near the end, when they … More A Gift