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The Mountain Climber

1 In the darkness of the lounge the mountain climber told me of the moment he died. He had lost his grip and fallen backwards into empty air. He fell to his death. But in a snap moment, the rope caught him, and held him up against the sky like two fingers holding a pebble [ READ MORE ]

Of Ghosts

I met Andy at a bar to talk. I had never met him before, he was just a friend of a friend; later I’d find out he wasn’t even that. He was a squirrely guy, about 32 and nervous, jumpy. The kind of person who makes you uncomfortable because you feel like [ READ MORE ]