Nowhere Lane – Chapter Thirty-Eight The hour of Counting
So it was that in a blizzard’s teeth on a night in March 1970, Patrick Hallcroft’s long search for Karen Eversley came to an end. Although the woman who sat opposite him in the transport that would enforce his return to normal life had no memory of him, and he had not the vision to…
“So, what d’you fink?” The crow is back on the lamp post outside my window. It is his third visit this morning, but the air outside is still cold so I have been pretending to ignore him. “About what?” I ask, through my grudgingly opened casement. “This, mate. This!” I stare cluelessly at him for…
Top-Class No. 1 Swami Fred. Get a life!
I have decided to become a Guru. Wikipedia (who know about these things) define ‘guru’ as ‘a Sanskrit term that connotes someone who is a teacher, guide or master of certain knowledge’ Well, I can do that. Here is my problem. All my life I have fairly effectively avoided the road to untold riches –…