Stories:

They don't give medals
Part 1
I am beginning to regret asking him to tell me everything, from the beginning. I had hoped the beginning would be briefer than this. I suppose, after all this time in this job, I should know better. Beginnings are seldom so easily dismissed.

They don't give medals
Part 2
'You know that song? It's called 'They don't give medals to yesterday's heroes'.' A smile, with no warmth: 'Burt Bacharach wrote it. He didn't know the half of it'.

They don't give medals
Part 3
'You smile. Don't forget I can see you smiling, even though you can't see me. And I think I know why.'

They don't give medals
Part 4
"Remind them that every one of their experiments is a person. And any person that...volunteers...for this is a hero. A real hero. Whether they end up a fighting machine or a gibbering wreck".

They Don't give medals
Part 5
He must be at least thirty metres away. Between us, there should be three pairs of double doors, all bolted and guarded. I have not heard a single door open. All I can hear is his humming, growing quieter as his footsteps recede.

They don't give medals, part 6
Part 6
"When was I to vanish? And how would it happen? I am interested to know. How do you kill a man whose strength and regenerative power is so legendary, he is named after a Biblical prophet?"

They don't give medals
Part 7 (and the end)
This is not going to work. She can hardly keep the amusement from her voice: "So you were a HERO? Just like me?"

Good Housekeeping
"Dear Emily, we need you to help the people of the world come together and...yadda yadda blah blah blah..". She'd scrubbed Ronan pretty hard, but he still had the word "come" on his upper torso, and she didn't like the unpleasant connotations.

O for Orange, P for Pink
Either of these could be true. Nobody knows where they go after dark. That is their secret, and it would not do to follow them.

Blind Man's Bluff
It wasn't the most suitable job, for a blind man
There were so many things he could have done.... he was clever, resourceful, cute -

Visitors
Most people find it easier not to see the whole picture. The events that were transpiring below were meant to change all that. They did not, of course, but nobody knew that yet.

Jacobs Ladder
Some, less kind, commentators say that Jacob never existed, and the whole thing was a metaphor. A way of spreading knowledge about the little white flowers, and telling a pretty story into the bargain.

The Best Looking Boys Are Taken
Such dreams. She often thought it was those that marked her out - a Strange One, the mothers said. What the kids said was less kind, but she was learning not to expect kindness from people. Or, not from these people anyway. Perhaps someone, somewhere, far

Music:

End Of A Legend - A Tribute to Nina Simone
I must attempt use the written word to pay tribute to something that was so much more than that. I must try and capture something flowing, undulating, ever-changing with only the net my words can assemble. I feel clumsy, insufficiently prepared, a little

Reviews:

Nina Simone - End Of A Legend -A Tribute to Nina Simone
I will fail in this task. But I will try. An important event occurred last week. One that should be commemorated here.