Valiant Scribe
A literary hub giving voice to the voiceless by retelling the human experience

Old age does have its perks. I don’t have to take off my shoes going through security when I fly.

Until then, I long for my father to find rest, to fly away on the wings of a dove,* which is perhaps masquerading as a crow...

At this stage in his life he worried about everything. Five days before his seventy-eighth birthday, he scanned his body. Eyes cloudy....

The doctor keeps telling me: ‘Go out. Get some fresh air. Talk to people.' I tried to tell him I have no friends, they’re all dead. He...

For the collection: 'Life in the time of #COVID'. my mum is ninety and in a nursing home her main joy is the visits she gets but the...