Monday “Maud, he’s at it again. The new neighbour. He’s doing it doggy style in the garden.” “What!?” “Doggy Style. Just like yesterday.” “Downward dog, Idris. It’s called downward dog.” “Well, whatever it is, it’s obscene, shaking his arse around… Continue Reading
The dark figure strode purposefully toward the softly glowing front gate of the Afterlife. Its eyes were black holes that could tug your soul away from you. Its face was hewn from the same black granite as the sarcophagi of… Continue Reading
Jenna didn’t believe in the product. But she believed in metrics, and GlowSkin’s launch video had already hit 1.6 million in under three hours. Her contract included a bonus if she crossed two. And anyway, disbelief didn’t pay rent. She… Continue Reading
On the day in question, I’m perusing the grapefruits at my supermarket. I make sure I pick only a grapefruit clearly stickered “Star Ruby.” Meaning it’s not a pink grapefruit. Meaning it’s not an apricot. Meaning it’s not a bran… Continue Reading
I was enjoying a little drink in the Dog and Blanket in Nether Sodbury. “Hey, Scruples, I want a word with you.” I recognised John Donaldson. He frequented the Dog and Blanket and after a skinful, he would entertain them… Continue Reading
When a client I’ll call Fred first came to see me, he complained of feeling ugly, unimportant, and vastly underappreciated. He said that he’d once been a grand personage — exalted, even — but a dreadful event had transformed him… Continue Reading
Hello! What can I help you with today? That’s a great question! In J. D. Salinger’s coming of age novel The Catcher in the Rye, Holden Caulfield’s red hunting hat symbolizes his alienation from the world. He often wears the… Continue Reading
A long time ago there was a small town in a picturesque valley where they kept finding more and more coal. It started growing in the mid 1800s and people from all around the region moved there to work in… Continue Reading
The epiphany, that affection in my current relationship is unevenly distributed, struck me at about the I-5/405 split. I felt a shaking to the innermost part of my being although, on reflection, it could also have been that “Cammy,” as… Continue Reading
The morning begins with thin, honeyed light streaming through the blinds and landing on the small square table by the window. It’s the kind of light that softens everything it touches, a light that forgives. The type of light people… Continue Reading