Wright Left

by Peter Marks

He called it 'Wright Left'. It was Nathan G. Wright's delusional, somewhat daft drift through the friction of life. Those hay-fever days and the x-rated nights. The years and the fears that kept him alert and the fondness for smiles and the nurture of mirth. It is of his heart hostage friends, the invisible foes, his family wars and worrying works. It's about his joys and the woes and his thrill of the new and the place known as home. It is about the impatient long wait for some wisdom to...