http://slow.writerscafe.org/barrywatkins The original writings of author barrywatkins en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779861772 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 His children never met himbut, apparently, they all resembled him.And for their part they loved him as they felt they should,secure in the knowledge that he also loved them(from the cryptic and often contradictory messageshe provided them with, via certain old blokes,who claimed familiarity with him.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barrywatkins/1731622/ Oh, wouldn't I like to bein 1925 when there was no colour.When smoking was whizzand laydees treated intercourseas an interminable boreand pretended not to enjoy the tawdry nonsense whatsoever.When one could still dream ofsomething which approximated a futureonly halfway numbed by a world war wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barrywatkins/1730048/ Five minutes of fame and here they come, like moths drawn to a flame ; "hey pretty lady, handsome guy, you wanna play our game? We'll put your name in city lights for all the sheep to see ; how much? Let's say a million dead, It's petty cash to me. And yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barrywatkins/1634738/