Signs Friday at last! It had been a long, hectic week at work for Marlie. End of the fiscal year. All programs were directed to account for their past year’s activities and spendings. What a relief finally to be home, in solace with Owen. On most Fridays he would meet her at the local hang out for wine and dinner, but she had begged off with a phone call that afternoon. “I just want to put my feet up, order in and have a some wine, alone in peace with you.” He had agreed of course, as she knew he
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Monthly Archives May 2016
Bread
Bread My aunt in Hungary still goes to the market daily to buy bread. She feeds the remains from the day before, to the birds. Wasteful perhaps, or all in the way you look at it. When she was a little girl following the Depression, it took a cart full of paper bills to buy a single loaf of black bread. My father, imprisoned in Hungary for nearly seven years, was content enough to eat the wedge of dry bread he was given; it was better than the blue mouldy crusts he was sometimes left. Even his dinner companion, the
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