| Re: The Deep Hours of the Night Well, it's late, 2:50 a. m. here in Paris. I opened your thread. That's too long, I thought. I should go to sleep, or I should open my file, work on that darped thing I must finish. Then I began to read and was hooked. You post this thing without a word, no plea for comments, no explanation. Is this the beginning of a novel? Is it a short story? Nothing. Either extreme shyness or purposeful arrogance, or... I like this stuff. Who are you? |