The invite was warm, but the supper was cold.
The Fish was delicious, the conversation a little fresh.
A Pie and Pea Supper
Is always a happy occasion.
A Fork Supper
No sharp knives are aloud.
The Last Supper
At my last supper, there better be more than dry bread and cheap red wine.
Tuesday, 14 January 2014
Friday, 13 December 2013
Sunday, 28 July 2013
Tuesday, 9 July 2013
Saturday, 22 June 2013
Monday, 20 May 2013
He thought he must be dead. And death was a huge disappointment. It appeared to be what indeed many people feared, that all that happens when you die is that you simply cease to exist. He lay there, unable to move in the nothingness for what felt like forever. Then his breath began to shorten, he felt his chest tighten –feelings. Surely one does not have feelings in death? He took comfort from this and tried to relax and breathe slowly. He had to stay calm. He knew he had to wait. He was waiting for something but he couldn’t remember what.
Hours, days, weeks passed. Still there was only darkness and silence.
Then, one day, he heard a voice calling his name.
“Karl Atlas. It is time to wake up.”The voice he heard was mechanical in tone and showed zero emotion, but it still filled him with joy because the dark, silent spell was finally broken and the voice reminded him of something wonderful which he had almost forgotten. That he had a name. His name was Karl Atlas.....