Timewatching – Luke Wright’s The Toll

My father’s watch clasps my wrist now. Big shoes to fill, his shoes. The removal of three links slimmed it for my scrawny wrist yet, standing by my chair, my five year old son, puzzling its butterfly catch, lets it slip down his arm to nestle in the crook of his elbow. A single goldenContinue reading “Timewatching – Luke Wright’s The Toll”