The port was crowded with the usual stinking mélange of homeless adults, orphaned children, prostitutes, dockworkers and sailors ( Read more... )

We were caught looking into the room when we were six. I remember him turning to me with his wide dead eyes. It was like a fish had been brought back to life and told to pretend to be human. His legs and arms were folded with too many joints into the rocking chair. He slowly creaked back and forth, disturbing the dust motes in the sunlit air. ( Read more... )