Where the Sky Begins

by Rhys Bowen

A cat can look at a king, they say, don’t they?”

A factory of broken humans,

she were God, she’d do something about wars and people suffering.

“Makes you so mad, doesn’t it? If those Germans knew what they were doing to ordinary people, don’t you think they’d stop? Or are they all monsters?”

You must have something in mind for me, so I reckon I’m going to trust you and not worry about it too much.

She had thought she’d be safe out in the country, but it seemed that nowhere was safe any longer.

You had a house of your own and clothes and things, and then Hitler drops a bomb, and now you’ve nothing. That’s not fair.”

“We Irish have been English slaves for four hundred years. You get used to it,” Kathleen replied.

“So much needless suffering.”

What we guys all want is a touch of normality.