The casket was mahogany; their mother would have hated that. She’d always said to spend money on the living, not the dead. But Rachel had insisted, had somehow convinced herself that an expensive coffin was the final proof of her devotion, the last chance to show she’d gotten something right. She stood rigid beside it,…
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. She had stood right there by the end of the steps, unable to take the final few steps and ring the knocker. Sensationally, her stomach was in her mouth and her heartbeat in her ears, the past and the present streaming simultaneously in vividity consequently each overlapping the other because even after all this time everything was still the same.
I recently had the pleasure of attending a meeting with a good friend of mine – I think we can officially call each other buddies now! It’s amazing how a simple conversation can lead to the development of a professional yet friendly relationship. This is exactly how I met Louis – our initial interaction was…