Holding Hands, For Example, Is A Way

Empty Teacups Gathered Around Her And Dictionary Pages Fell At Her Feet.

Even Among The Angels, There Is The Sadness Of Division.

The Shop Owner Did Not Try To Push The Book On Any Of Her Customers. She Knew That In The Wrong Hands Such A Book Could Easily Be Dismissed, Or, Worse, Go Unread. Instead She Let It Sit Where It Was In The Hope That The Right Reader Might Discover It.

I Have Realised Just How Important It Is To Readers To Feel That Fictional Stories Are Based On Reality.

So Many Words Get Lost. They Leave The Mouthand Lose Their Courage, Wandering Aimlessly Until They Are Swept Into The Gutter Like Dead Leaves. On Rainy Days You Can Hear Their Chorus Rushing Past.