archives for Monday 5 June 2006
the madwoman in the casita
Monday 5 June 2006 | I like a cookie
In the deep shade, at the further end of the room, a figure ran backwards and forwards. What it was, whether beast or human being, one could not, at first sight, tell: it grovelled, seemingly, on all fours; it snatched and growled like some strange wild animal; but it was covered with clothing; and a [...]
