“It is what it is.”
Let me introduce you to Mike. Solid Mike. Michael doesn’t like to make a fuss. He doesn’t understand what all the fuss is about. Mike’s favourite phrase, a phrase he stands by, a phrase for … Read the rest
Money was blowing all over the street in front of the bank. It was blowing all over the street in front of the store and the school. Money was blowing all up Grant Avenue, down Sills Street, and money was … Read the rest
Dread, dread, dread. The forest is dark and full of autumn, chewed over by winter frosts and snows. There is a crunch to it as the sun sets behind the traveller making her way up the mountainside to the refuge … Read the rest
A Short Story – In which there is a death in the family.
Keith Kinsey gets out of his Mercedes. He takes the air. There are olive and orange trees around the front of his father’s house. There is mangrove … Read the rest
This morning I was listening to the radio. Rosie Ayliffe, the mother of murdered British backpacker, Mia Ayliffe-Chung, was speaking about her daughter. Specifically she was speaking about seeing her daughter in the morgue. She then went on to speak … Read the rest