The Destiny Game
” I’d say it has all to do with names.” Kevin’s eyes were drawn to the window, and a row of beech trees beyond his friend’s water-logged garden. He was in reflective mood. “What are you saying now?” Christian asked. “Names? I thought we were talking about relationships?” Outside, the blackened sky delivered rain like…
Oh, by Dose!
It is raining. I have a headcold. And no, these two facts are not unrelated. In spite of constant medical reassurances to the contrary, I am convinced that headcolds, flu, and English rain are as inseparable as Porgy and Bess, Fred and Wilma or the Chuckles Brothers. It has been raining, persistently and without undue…