Our Lady Of The Shallows

George sighed deeply and took another sip of tea before replacing the oversized cup on the shiny plastic tablecloth. The winter sun threw weak shafts of amber light around the southern end of the kitchen at this time of day. Sometimes these would illuminate his introspection so that he would think himself an amalgam of jaded photons whose glow mimicked a guttering hearth. Twenty years he had sat at this same table and vacillated. The promise youth made to itself … Continue reading Our Lady Of The Shallows