Certificate PG

The basement smelt damp and faintly of pee. A knot grew in Carl’s gut. He hurried with Naama in his arm. He was a wee man and she was no weight at...

Carl grew so weary sitting beside her bed his shoulders were mudflats. It seemed so long ago. He couldn’t remember how it came to this. The world...

My therapist thinks I’m having delusions, but it’s more of an awakening. The evidence, I tell her, is all around us. When the main character, isn’t observing reality, it ceases to exist. I think the Zen philosophy describes it best: if a tree falls in a forest, and no one is around to observe it, does it still make a sound?

A ghost story