On a white May morning, my neighbour, an honourable secretary of our residents’ welfare association, is watering his small outdoor garden with a hose pipe. Among […]
Jane made a wish that was big as the stars, on the day that the Golmyrie passed by her town. The wish was for Father to make it back whole, and Jimmie and Ted too (if God would be kind). Jane’s wish never came. But the Golmyrie did.
Once upon a time, a gang of dark horse Bronze Age thugs huddled in the belly of a hulking hobby horse, tricking their Trojan enemies into accepting a monstrous gift.