make me into an image
which flies into oblivion, embraces
bliss, turns into a burning light
which burns out
when all things are seen...
do not, have
pity on me Lord,
make me into an image
which flies into oblivion, embraces
bliss, turns into a burning light
which burns out
when all things are seen...
do not, have
pity on me Lord,
I just couldn't identify with what was happening to him - just another one lost.
Mark was used to geting what-ever he wanted. What he didn't bank on was Jane's love of cats stopping him from getting this woman into bed.
We all have secrets that worry us, haunt us, consume us. Often times, we're not who we claim to be. Secret Number 3 for the collection.
You think enquiries are about the truth? - look within
Chapter Twenty Three
The White Family travelled to London by car. As usual Mr White debated the various merits or demerits of certain routes, their likelihood of success or otherwise.
I think I was the only woman at the supermarket today
Her father built the cage out of wood he had brought home stealthily over several weeks. It was a basic wooden structure with a side door closed by a simple wooden latch.
Andrew loves the listen to piano music but that's not the only secret he has . . .
Robert, feels like a prisoner in his own home - after all he's been there a long time.
It was everybody’s local -if you were local-an old man’s pub, that had been slapped about a bit, with paint, tarted up, to look younger.
Henry Morgan Is faced with a situation he'd rather not have.
This short sketch tells the story of two people in love for different reasons .
We learn more about Frances and her Stepfather Kees who has gone into meltdown after the death of her Mother.