for Phil When he knew he was dying, he had bars installed over all the windows, added inside bolts to the weight of doors. Too many burglaries, he said, although there was nothing to steal; record player arm broken thirty years, rabbit ears still splayed on the television. The bars deepened street light shadows, screened […]
Filed under: Home & Away, Joan Shillington by akublik Date 13 December, 2009
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An old man in plaid bedroom slippers, weighted wool pants, steps on the ice. Four young boys race to him, tuck their arms in his, escort him to center ice. They lean into him, and, from a small fluorescent bag his arthritic fingers place a candy in the palm of each boy. He has come […]
Filed under: Home & Away, Joan Shillington by akublik Date 13 December, 2009
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