The old man has started to rant about leaving his closest family, about spending more time with his children. The children within earshot roll their eyes: they remember how he left them before.
A man held his finger to his ear while the woman in his company tutted and tapped her toe on the rough-hewn concrete floor. The courier had arrived at the lake and the portal was now open.
I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but women – and I genuinely do hate to generalise about these things – are genuinely quite capable.
Context. This is nothing compared to millennia of subjugation. This is nothing compared to being treated as the property of other people in the society you are part of.
I am a fan of equality at every level, so I should want a female “Jane” Bond; shouldn’t I?
I didn’t start this blog to write about politics, but I don’t feel like I have much choice. It is a contentious step; one I take foolishly.