The President Elect

It all started on the eve of the elections. The second election that is. The first, already in that distant past, that other world that was five years ago, had been a sudden cataclysm. When the votes had been counted – a mere day it took back then – and the winner was announced it… Continue reading The President Elect

The Man Who Ate His Soul

Even if you’re racked by troubles, and sick and poor and ugly,you’ve got your soul to carry through life like a treasure on a platter – Alice Munro, The Progress of Love The sounds his neatly polished shoes made on the shining black tiles of his great hallway were hollow. On the walls were tiny crystal… Continue reading The Man Who Ate His Soul