Observations

This drabble has been written in part after someone very effectively persuaded me into apping Nessa to try if I could find her voice and then it was finished in the Christmas spirit of the year.

The first time I met Guy Burgess he was loudly, extrovertly and with very little regard for my dearest friends, telling them they were a bunch ( Read more... )

She wanted to grow something on the grounds around their hut. It didn't need to be very profitable, it didn’t need to be useful, but it had to be colourful. A bit simple, the idea might seem to some, but she very keenly wanted to make this place a little more like home. Before something happened, before something went wrong. So that she might take ( Read more... )

I Died For Beauty

I died for Beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for Truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For Beauty," I replied.
"And I for Truth - the Two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a-night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our ( Read more... )