Small? Far Away.

Part Two.

Part One.

I cried.

A new short story’s up on Storgy today.

I know every word. I’ve always known every word. Even before I heard it, I knew every word. It’s alienation. It’s envy. It’s rage. It’s…

It’s the end of a week in which I’d said goodbye to another fine, wild man at his funeral and held clumsy hands there with soft, long-gone…

It would have been Alex Harvey’s 83rd birthday today.