On Friday I heard the news that Ewan Moffet, Phil’s friend and ex-boyfriend had lost his battle with cancer.
For me, Ewan will always be the brother-in-law that got away. It’s not surprising then that my most vivid memory of him occurred when he wasn’t there in person.
“We are either here,” Pauline is still panting from the strenuous hike we’ve made along a stony game path up the mountain. She prods at our sodden Ordinance Survey map, “or here.” She points to a different spot. “If we are here, we still stand a chance to make the time cut off.”
Here’s a short piece that won a recent writing challenge. The challenge was to write about a formative childhood experience.