Author Archives: Meira
Atlantis
[one_half] The road trip was, as Israel stated, just a little journey in a half track troop carrier that seemed to meander all over the place. The ascent by foot though, up steep trails and along barely passable trails, seemed … Continue reading
Peter Under Atlantis
Peter had walked the passageways to the end of the subterranean reservoir where a staircase had taken him down, down, ever down into cool air maybe a kilometre underground. He reached a landing, about a three metres square, with archways … Continue reading
In France
[one_half] Fiona McMahon walked into the Cafe le Roma on Victoria Street in East Central London. Benjamin sat at a corner table with hands folded on the white tablecloth. Just like his father, she thought. How we miss dear William. … Continue reading