On the Prowl
I am there at a friend’s invitation. (Never-mind where – it’s not remarkable enough to warrant a description). Well, that’s not strictly true. He and I are not on the…
The Conquistador’s Woman
The city lies quiet, clenched with worry. The night is empty, still. Even the wind is reluctant to move about. In the suburbs, through the backroads past some shrubbery, a…
Little Bird
ON SATURDAY AFTERNOON I’m lounging in my house re-watching Bridget Jones Diary when my phone rings. “Melisandre,” Harry says. “How are you?” “I’m good, how are you?” “Great. Great. What…
On Stranger Tides
AFTER A PROTRACTED GAME of cat and mouse, the insurance company finally cut me a cheque for my broken camera lens. I bought the lens online and was notified that…
On The Ledge
I see his car before I see him. Only, I don’t know that it’s his. There are a lot of V8’s in this parking lot and I don’t look at…