Author: Daniel D. Watkins

Auguste Lefèbre was exactly middle aged. That is to say, he was thirty eight and would die aged seventy-six on 1st June 1926, his birthday, in fact. And there, at the end of Rue de Nélaton rose (or fell) ‘La Tour de Babel’. To Monsieur Lefèbre it was a monstrous scaffold. What Guillotine had started,…

When Gerald woke from the edge of a dream, he had a vague sense that someone was lying beside him. He felt calm at this invasion, not numb or horrified or outraged. Perhaps, he felt thoughtful. Yes, in fact he even found himself reflecting on the way his mind was occupied with reasons and possibilities:…

There was a piano near our departure gate. I sat outside Starbucks, while we waited for our flight and to people watch. Sal had gone to queue.  While I was waiting, three teenagers approached the piano for a laugh. Two were egging on a third to sit down and bang the keys. I was curious…