Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Going Home: Keats – Episode 19

“Well it’s quite primal thing. A lot of animals sleep with their tribe. It’s safety, comfort and warmth. And we are just animals after all.”

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June 27, 2016 · Leave a comment

Alberto and Jeff – Superhero Blues 13

Jeff tries out Superhero personae. Alberto is less than supportive.

June 20, 2016 · Leave a comment

Going Home:Keats – Episode 18

He wanted to know why we didn’t go out at night. I did a double take. I thought it was obvious.
“Yes, I understand that those creatures are out there. Is that the only reason?”
“Isn’t that enough?”
He smiled and said,
“No.”

June 20, 2016 · Leave a comment

Going Home: Keats – Episode 17

May 1st Spiggy made no pretense to stealth last night and just got into bed with me. We chatted a while and made it quite clear that I understood why … Continue reading

May 26, 2016 · Leave a comment

Going Home: Keats – Episode 16

April 30th (2) Spiggy found Mooks bag, and his own rucksack that he’d forgotten about, thrown into a corner of the room furthest from the door. He grabbed both bags … Continue reading

May 19, 2016 · Leave a comment

Alberto and Jeff – Superhero Blues 11

May 19, 2016 · Leave a comment

Going Home: Keats – Episode 15

 April 30th (1) Last night I left Spiggy watching over the exhausted and sleeping Mook. I put all the medical stuff away, saving anything that was still usable and bagging … Continue reading

May 11, 2016 · Leave a comment

Going Home: Keats – Episode 14

April 29th Same deal. Spiggy asleep on the sofa. Mook asleep in his room. I top the drugs up, go back to bed and five minutes later Spiggy knocks on … Continue reading

April 23, 2016 · Leave a comment

Going Home: Keats – Episode 13

April 28th I went to bed and read for a while before drifting off to sleep. Four hours later, when the alarm rang, Mook was looking a lot better. I … Continue reading

April 14, 2016 · Leave a comment

Going Home: Keats – Episode 12

April 27th I could hear Spiggy moving around about 6:30. He knocked on my door and then cautiously opened it. He’d found his clothes and dressed himself. “I made eggs … Continue reading

April 6, 2016 · Leave a comment