Christopher Harvill
Written and Illustrated by Christopher Harvill I am asked what I am. There is a simple child’s game called Telephone. Whisper something to your neighbor. Pass it on around a circle. Watch what was said now changed at the end. Stretch the game over millennia, and you have legends. Folklore. Myths. Fairy Tales. I am…
Read MoreWritten and Illustrated by Christopher Harvill I handed Rowdy the envelope as we stood before The Doorway. He did not like the idea and was reluctant to take it from my fingers. “The door might not even open for me when I ask,” Rowdy said, chewing on his lower lip. I would…
Read MoreWritten and Illustrated by Christopher Harvill My door opened into the ICU at Hospital Center de Bayeaux, France, 2020. It is late on Christmas Eve, holiday music playing softly from the speakers overhead. This was always a busy night. So many people and places that I attempt to reach. Gabriel was now 91,…
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