grief by car

The son and the father knew each other in that shadowy way that parents and children do until the son was an adult. It must have been a great surprise to both of them to see how alike they were. The son and the father had good ideas of themselves –there is nothing wrong with…

grief, i remember you.

Through the pastry case, I saw him walk in. Tallish, large weatherproof jacket, hat, backpack. Glasses. He reminded me of my dad. Not that I that much paid attention, it was more a registering of a fact. The bloke ordered a coffee and sat at the small table closest to the door. Couple of minutes…