Times Past

Soft summer rains falls on warm grey roads. The black stains fade as the heat evaporates the water and the smell of softened tarmac dominates his senses. He wrinkles his nose, puzzled by why he is there. “Do you want a drink Peter?” He doesn’t know the woman who is talking to him. He doesn’tContinue reading “Times Past”

Flights of Imagination

When I was a teenager I was told that I could have no idea what it felt like to be sixty, or even thirty. Now I’m far older and I am often told that I can’t possibly connect with the mindset of a younger generation. Frankly, I think both opinions are misjudged. We have imaginationAnyoneContinue reading “Flights of Imagination”