Fading Photographs

I have an ornate cardboard box, quite large, with lid and metal handle, stuffed to overflowing with tangible memories, crackling paper photographs. I treasure most the black and white that echo with my mother’s laugh, when her eyes were wide and bright, her skin was smooth and her hair was soft, when she could lift […]

A Girl in Every Drugstore

She waited at the drugstore, cradling her Coke float, Staring at the ice – menacing berg or sinking boat? And then, there he was, all uniformed and smart, The type of guy she knew was bound to break her fragile heart, But with his hair greased back, sitting on a shiny stool, He epitomised everything […]