Geez, I love blogging! And I’m so looking forward to Christmas…
Oh. You say I missed it? And in the past four months even the youngest member of our family turned one year old, and the oldest ninety-two? But…how can that be?
Relevance of Time—that eternal demon that sends me flying after him because he pokes and prods me into worry that I’ll lose sight of him even as he fondles my brain in constant foreplay that brings me up and up yet offers no sigh of satisfying release. Rarely, very rarely have I managed to grasp his tail and with a swish he breaks my hold and leaves me staring at my hands newly cut and bleeding from its pointed tip.
Is it any wonder that madness looms for those who try to catch him?
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology