It all began with a cardboard tube. A giant cardboard tube, addressed to “Oscar Rubio”. At work I have a foible about people who use our hostel address for their mail. Over the years the bulk of mail has grown exponentially with long forgotten visitors. When this over-sized package arrived for someone not even checked […]
The front door slammed and interrupted my avid data entry. As I looked up I saw him standing in the doorway and I knew I remembered him. Here was something good, something lovely perhaps. A thing which had been here before.
Barked commands emanate in a strong East coast accent from the common room next door. “NO” “YES” “DEPARTURE”