Her heart fastened to the surfer curls of the server. She was sure he surfed. He was probably a vegetarian, maybe even a vegan too. She had a gift for ...
She sits alone by the coffee shop window. On her table is an espresso, a small beaker of milk and a clear glass of hot water that condenses around the ...
He held his spoon in a fist, like his granddad. It felt right. He was digging into his food, which seemed to be the point of a spoon. And it was way m ...![Nesviosous [nés’vi-ō’sₔs]](https://davidmcnamara.com.au/wp-content/uploads/strikingr/images/8584_Kryziu-Kalnas-5-292x180.jpg "Nesviosous [nés’vi-ō’sₔs]")
Under new entreaties for reconciliation and consolidation, where the other had long since mattered, Gerry remained resolute had the last bullet in the ...
He heard the shower running when he woke up. He hoped she wouldn't use all the water and then felt bad for thinking it. The feel of toast milling betw ...
I clean out my msg inbox while waiting at my stop across from Pizza Express on the corner of Lapwing Lane. I do it ruthlessly. It's my meditation when ...
David McNamara
Author, artist, pilgrim & wayfarer
