The wound
Angie looked sadly at the girl at the other side of her mirror. It was a matter of time. Seconds? Minutes? Thump, thump, thump… The pounding on her door was
Dignity in the face of danger
During WWII, my dad was on a train when a communist guerrilla bombed the tracks. They killed many passengers and took the survivors as prisoners. My dad was an independent
Immortal soul and early terrors
At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery? I really don’t remember, but it must be at a very early age