77 – Armed and Extremely Prepared

I’m a pacifist.  So going armed does not come naturally.  But for this encounter I needed everything in the armoury.  I needed to be fully tooled-up.  The secret weapon, the ultimate defence, was primed and was nestling reassuringly in the deep pocket of my trousers.  Continue reading

74 – Plugged In

She always waved and greeted me if I’d parked up there, opposite her house.  Always dressed in black, usually sitting on a high-backed chair just inside her door, staring out for long hours, seemingly hoping that someone would stop for a chat.  Shyness that I might not understand her properly made me reticent. Continue reading