Dried Ink

THE MAN

I remember a time I spoke with my father. It was a cool evening and he was in the middle of choosing between a nap or watching the news. I asked him “Daddy, where do babies come from?”. He peered down at me, confused, and then looked around as if searching for an emergency exit.… Continue reading THE MAN

Dried Ink

Hello or Goodbye?

In a corner I observe the chatter, the rowdiness that makes me nervous but convinces me that my life is not as dull. There is a live band on the stage with a young lad that dreams of stardom, struggling to win the attention of the front tables. The rest of the restaurant is a… Continue reading Hello or Goodbye?