It was the best kite we’d made, at least the only one that flew. An old tablecloth, needle and thread, bamboo canes, string and folded...

Men, uncomfortably well dressed in funeral black, collars frayed, starched white, old shoes thick with polish. A woman pours tea into...

We stopped at the lakeside and saw our first rainbow. It bled from a rusty sky, imported from a world unfamiliar to us both. This was...

The last moment of sunshine dribbles from the watering-can. The moon, hunchback on a cloud, gathers its borrowed light, as the...

Sat in the toy corner, withdrawn from the conversations around him. He opens a world of imagination, where the wooden blocks are windows...

Falling Through Water Your eyes face a fading light, searching the sway of a young man whose footprints are shadows on a dark sea. You...