A solitary rowing-boat, fighting the tide... Looking for something? Destination in mind, perhaps? There is no way back - night falls on the rustic silhouette, frantic... then calm... then frantic... looking? A pinprick of light on the dark and indistinguishable horizon. Be sure to find all kind of fiction here - and a few, slightly lost poems. - P. Earnshaw, if that is my real name?