Wild Women
The first night back from the circuit, I was stiff as a brick. After trying various remedies over the years, I had found that hot lavender tea baths did the…
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…
The Night Shift
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,…
The Day I Went to His Place
Dried leaves crumbled under my feet as I paced back and forth in the parking lot. Nazir was some distance away conversing at length with the mechanic, leaving me with…
The Day of the Storm
The air had been thick with heat that morning. It was the week after Easter Sunday and I had just returned from a trip to Tsavo. I had just three…