The rabbit has to be put into the hat before it can be brought out. He had taken of late to dwelling a grotto at the brink of the town. And here, from this cavern, of a gloam and of a dawn, he beckoned and beat back the breakers that boomed on the beach. … Continue reading Wizard of Was.
"The woman next door rents out to lodgers." It’s interesting how things crop up on the radar. My neighbour downstairs (he plays piano) mentioned this as I was cutting his hair. It was starting to get in his eyes. He must have been talking about comings and goings, or Collingwood Road, or lamenting Penn Beacon … Continue reading A Box of Crows.
