“This last thing is not a meal… it’s a container for food if you want to take it away.”
The Theatrical Bar: Act III — The Menu in Her hands
Tag: Humour
Morning Rain
I heard the rain first — soft taps against the bedroom window...
A Ship, a Salty Old Girl of the Sea — and Tschüss, Hamburg
... while I was running around in a Blondie T-shirt, buying overpriced captain's caps, and dining on street sausage.
Ghosts to Carry, Stories to Keep 