The Kindred Spirit
Mark returned to the room after midnight, face flushed. He must’ve drank something I couldn’t smell on him — vodka citrus or rum and coke. He took his boots off…
Mark returned to the room after midnight, face flushed. He must’ve drank something I couldn’t smell on him — vodka citrus or rum and coke. He took his boots off…
When the phone rang again, Mark picked up and handed it to me with obvious relief on his face. “Hi, is this a good time?” Naz asked. “Sure. Just uuh,…
On the road to Nakuru, I kept my ears pricked up for a message from Nazir. I'd sent the money for the spare part along with a thoughtful thank you…
After the initial jitters, I found it exceedingly easy to tell what kind of person Nazir was. Whilst living out in the wilderness, he had somehow attracted a stray cat,…
I stood outside the trailer with my eyes closed, the sun warming my forehead delightfully. There was no hint of smoke, fumes or odours in the air; it smelled of…