Robert MorschelFace“They say he only did the one painting?” asked Josie, peering quizzically at the canvas which contained nothing but a blank face.Nov 30, 2018Nov 30, 2018
Robert MorschelThe Wooden SpoonThe old man sat by the fire on a small stool, slurping the stew out of his wooden bowl with a roughly carved spoon. The boy looked down at…Nov 28, 2018Nov 28, 2018
Robert MorschelOld FriendsDr Farley and Mr Herzog lived in the same building, an old brown brick terrace: the doctor upstairs where he ran his general practice, and…Nov 25, 20181Nov 25, 20181
Robert MorschelDessertI got home from work and knew immediately something was up: the hallway was littered with candles and rose petals, and the air was filled…Nov 25, 2018Nov 25, 2018
Robert MorschelWhiteyI thought the charcoal would do it, but what a fool I was. They pointed at me and roared with laughter. “Hey, come and see the vokken…Nov 24, 2018Nov 24, 2018
Robert MorschelIn The WayI was always an awkward, clumsy child, with long, gangly limbs that delighted in incongruous angles, and eyes that stuck out like bulbs…Nov 24, 2018Nov 24, 2018
Robert MorschelDanceShe is me and I am her, different but the same, separate yet one. Our years together have been many and I remember when we were still…Nov 24, 2018Nov 24, 2018
