COLD HANDS, WARM HEART: By Eugene Gramelis
Friday, June 4th, 2010When I was ten I liked warming my hands by the fireplace and reading creepy tales until everyone else had gone to bed.
Then I’d switch the lights off and run up the stairs.
I’d climb them fast (two and three at a time), imagining cold, clammy hands groping at my back.
Now I’m a hundred and six—or would have been if I hadn’t died twenty-three years ago.
I still like to read by the fireplace. It does nothing to keep my hands warm, but it does wonders for my heart—especially when the new kid flicks the lights off and dashes for the stairs.
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©2010 Eugene Gramelis
Eugene Gramelis is a widely-published, award-winning author of suspense and dark fiction. When not writing, he practises law as a barrister in Sydney, Australia, where he resides with his beautiful wife and three gorgeous children. He invites you to walk with him at http://gramelis.blogspot.com
