The Written Word Group

As I walked back through the rambla, I watched as a large cloud hovered over our house.         It descended slowly, engulfing the entire building in fine, web like textures.         Soon the house was no longer visible.         Do you know what I thought of?         I thought of you Ellen and you Denis.         I wondered if your energy, your spirit was in that cloud.         I hoped it was your way of telling me that you had found each other.         That in death you had reconnected as siblings.          And that today you had chosen to come and see me.         To check that I am finally at peace.         That I have left behind the debris of the past.        I I am.        I I have.         Did my home transfer energy filled with love and acceptance?          You see I no longer drag around the remnants of sadness and horror.        I I have put them away safely so that I can revisit them when I am strong enough.         It's been so long without you.         Is it hard to fi

  “I’ve never known that kind of love,” she said.  She turned away, but not before I saw the tear running down her face. “I never will either” she murmured She had read the story of a lady who mourned the loss of her husband  and the love they had shared. The lady spoke of their bodies fitting together perfectly when making love. How holding hands when they walked felt like the most natural thing to do. And she had felt no fear in exposing her feelings to him. “At my age I am not going to either” She looked at me expecting a response. What could I say? She was right. I appreciated that her husband wasn't the tactile sort. He didn't have it in him to be gentle and loving, that wasn't his way.  He loved her as a ‘matter of fact’ There wasn't any need for hand holding or soppy stuff like that. He provided for her and protected her

  Coming back from the train station I could hear the sound slowly building. A low toned wailing sound. Soft, vibrating, but dangerous and persistent. Thought, ‘ Some wanker has set off the Mall alarm.’ The concierge of my apartment building sat staring at his laptop. He didn’t seem too concerned. “You’d think someone would fucking call someone to stop that fucking noise pollution,” I said to him as I headed for the elevator. He never looked up from his laptop. I entered my apartment and was so glad for the triple glazing. It was as silent as a Pharaohs Tomb. Just how I liked it. I turned on the TV News and set it to mute. Then I asked Alexa to play some 70s Rock N Roll. I poured myself an Anchor California Dreaming Craft Beer. Then closed my eyes and could feel that California sun on my skin. A paradise indeed. One day soon, I planned to move to that state of mind , that was, "The Golden State. " On TV, a reporter was standing in front of Number 10 Downing Stre