by Bob Jacobs

Christie doesn't appear in photos. There's background where Christie should be. I lie awake nights thinking about this while Christie slumbers beside me in the dark. She'll slip out of bed at daybreak. I'll turn over. And I'll wonder why there's no depression on her pillow.


Bob Jacobs, whose full catalog is here, lives in the south-east of England with his wife and kids and Sony Vaio. In his spare time he likes to lie motionless on his back, whistling and staring at clouds.


Jp said...

Nice one, Bob.

Joe said...

Nicely executed.

Anonymous said...

I love how you manage in so few words to add depth and layer to your work.

Robert Aquino

Madam Z said...

Dittoes to all the comments above.

Rod Drake said...

I look forward to every one of your stories and I am never disappointed; each one is unique, intriguing and masterfully written