STORYSPACE: Pigeon and Shoe – Time
I seem to be drawn–if ever so gently–to the old woman here; a minor character I thought. She’s desolate, her world a bubble around her to float through the real world she no longer knows. But bubbles are transparent, and sometimes she’ll see something that will make her reach out…and draw back in. Because a bubble is also a wall.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology