There’s an empty laboratory across the street from my house. I like to call it abandoned, but it isn’t really–it’s just been vacant since the Middlesex Hospital was destroyed. I’ve seen workmen in there doing industrious things from time to time, so it can’t really be called abandoned. But it’s empty enough. Enough for a … Continue reading
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Help of a Sort
I failed her. As I was walking to work this morning, as usual rushing because I’d left at the very last possible minute, I passed a woman in the street. I saw her long before she reached me–shortish build, short hair, disheveled, walking in a line that was not precisely straight. But the most noticeable … Continue reading
Tale of Two Pounds
Excerpt from Skirt.com, click the link to read the rest 0 A few days ago I went for a ramble around London in the sunshine. It was a picture-perfect day for exploring city splendors and all was going well until a woman stopped me in the street. She looked distressed. I had a feeling I … Continue reading
In a Merry Hour: Caitlin E McDonald 