Sorry I’m tardy in my listening, Larry. I just finished Amy’s beautiful reading of Jewels… and I was deeply moved. Having watched David’s mother slowly taken by cancer two years ago, while somehow imparting strength in us all along with a sense of her own undaunted integrity and leadership, this story hit close to home. You know, there was a beautiful and gracious sense of something like horror and something like love in her journey to the end. She didn’t want to go, but, somehow, willingly she went. This story was a beautiful treatment of this terrible and perfectly human journey, and in my opinion was not out of place in the genre.
Listening to your after comments, I also reflected (yet again) on how very much I see David and myself some decades hence in you and Tycelia. A love like that (this) is a jewel, and I was moved by the consciousness of its moments and ages that this story evoked.
Thank you, Larry and Tycelia, and my love to you both.
And thanks of course to Peter Crowther, Amy Sturgis, Tales to Terrify and the StarShipSofa family for this and so many marvellous stories.
So what do you think, Uncle Larry? Is this too sentimental for the forums?
Keep on telling us stories, please.
PS – I did skip ahead and listen to Colours Out of Space as well – couldn’t resist! Brilliant reading, sir!