He rose in darkness, as always, whatever the position of the sun. His first movements disturbed the nest of cozy sleeping bodies intertwined around the embers. The nest mended itself. By sense rather than sight he made his way up the rocky corridor until a lighter shadow painted the grey-black wall. He stopped there, fearful... More..
What I Didn't Notice As I walk through the door opening, out of the bright midday Kerala sun, into the dim interior, I notice several things, some curious, some slightly offensive. The door, which seals the opening is raw wood, flat, dirty.-stained with oil, dirty hands, perhaps discarded food. The walls of the 9 by 12 room,... More..
Neal Worthington
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