We were quiet for a long time. It was as if they’d cut off my arm. Finally, I said, “Well, we promised each other last month up in France that we weren’t going to have any souvenirs…”
Tag: pilgrimage
Walking Man
He moved swiftly, efficiently. Walking Man never said a word except “Hello” each time he passed, or each time I passed him as he sat drinking coffee at a café.
Pilgrimage on the Via Sacra by Tamsin Grainger
The first day was dedicated to my dad who died on October 5th 1998. It was beset with blisters as … More
