Tag Archives: France

Focal Point

Hurtling down tracks into the black unknown. Out the window, patterns collide, coalesce. The past slips away, clear and bright, muddled and missing. Neurons firing, consciousness tilts and darts, racing through focus. Soul surfers in the moment we all are. Continue reading Focal Point

The Hug

The unexpected text message read: meet me at the promenade. I had to scan it a dozen times before I could stand.

“I’m going on break. Be back in a half-hour or so.”

The boss grunted, shooed me away with a distracted wave.

He was already there, pacing back and forth. I felt his eyes flitting, searching another corner. Continue reading The Hug