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The Crazy Ones by Theodora Goss Count me among the crazy ones, although there are days when I look as sensible as a pair of shoes: brown oxfords, scuffed and a little down at the heels. But there are nights … Continue reading →

Restoring Old Paintings by Theodora Goss The passage of time has faded them: it has dimmed the Madonna’s shining face with candle smoke, it has spread a thin layer of grime over the elegant lady’s white gloves, smirched her lace. … Continue reading →

The Falcon by Theodora Goss Once, there was a man who was also a falcon. I do not know if he had been a falcon in a previous life or if at night he transformed into a falcon or if … Continue reading →

The Mysterious Miss Tickle by Theodora Goss Miss Tickle owns a bookshop on the square called Antique Books and Oddments, where she sells old maps, and postcards sent from strange hotels, and photographs of people you don’t know in black … Continue reading →

The Man Reading About Munkácsy by Theodora Goss There is a man reading about Mihály Munkácsy, the nineteenth-century Hungarian painter, sitting across from me on the bus — the man, I mean, not Munkácsy, who died in 1900. He is … Continue reading →

The Iris by Theodora Goss All of life is trouble. It is trouble simply to get out of bed in the morning, to leave the safety of cool sheets, like swaddling clothes or shrouds. Each evening, we crawl back into … Continue reading →

Thoughts While Sitting on Top of a Cliff in Ireland by Theodora Goss The sea below me is furling and unfurling like a banner. I wonder whose banner it is, whose standard is so blue. There is a yellow flower … Continue reading →