Bliss in Cape Town, 1921 I done find Jim in dockyard lyin on shed floor. He look scare, I close door gentle. No worry, I say, I call Bliss, an I kiss him rose flower mouth. Pleasure sailor that my job, but this diffrent. I only fourteen, rember, he fifteen, sixteen most. Old sailor … Continue reading ‘Bliss in Cape Town, 1921’ by MJ Oliver