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…
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…