Guilty as charged. The look on my face in those moments must have been as blank as a fresh Toulouse-Lautrec canvas.
Non, je ne regrette rien — A Kafo Story
Tag: Writing
The Man Who Preferred Tea — A KAFO Story
I even bought an SCA Coffee Taster's Flavour Wheel poster, privately thanking my lucky stars that I'd never tasted anything falling into the category labelled simply “Other”.
It Wasn’t Just The Coffee — A KAFO Story
Why the bamboo?” I whispered. “Does it change the science?”
Dropping in — Riding the Second Wave
"Are you Harry?”
Catching the Swell — The First Wave
... and finally, a frantic, breathless splut-gurgle-gasp before it fell silent.
Port, Starboard and Visible Kindness
Would you like some woollen mittens? Any colour you’d like.
Lorne Beach
Footprints — September sunshine. The sound of rolling waves.
The Theatrical Bar: Act I — Curtain Up
Walking into it felt like entering a small, bustling theatre where everyone except me already knew their lines.
The Theatrical Bar: Act II — “Smacznego”
You weren’t there to linger. You were there to take part in a ritual that had existed long before you arrived and would continue long after you left.
The Theatrical Bar: Act III — The Menu in Her hands
“This last thing is not a meal… it’s a container for food if you want to take it away.”
Ghosts to Carry, Stories to Keep 