Meas Mundus

“I have a gift for you, Wife”.  Gnaeus caresses my yellow hair with his gnarled hand.  I lean into his touch, and smile into his eyes, the only part of him that has not been ravaged by illness…. Read More

A Ticket to Ride

“Why are all of your past lifetimes so bleak and traumatic?” asks my American Husband.  Yes he has a point.  I suppose that when a person is looking to explore past lives to effect any kind of healing… Read More

Twenty Two

Door knocks. It is Sonja.  She has brought my evening meal.  I finish rubbing oil into the barrel of my FN 1910 and put it into the drawer of the side table.  I wipe excess grease on my… Read More