Creamy Delights
That night, we ate boiled rice, steamed vegetables and butter chicken under the warm, orange glow of a solar bulb. “This is really good,” I said between mouthfuls. “Not too…
The Firstborn
With the last embers of the sun fading behind a cloud, the trill of crickets and chirrup of a nightjar filled the air. An evening breeze picked up and carried…
The Pangolin in the Room
The morning of the October tour circuit, I ducked under the shade of a hotel lobby where my guests were staying. It was a few minutes past nine and the…
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…