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…
This Is How He Kills You
You’re staring down the barrel of a six-gun and you don’t even know it. How can you, when you’ve just met? You’re in that blissful, tipsy state where the music…