
A mandatory meeting was called on the terrace above the gift shop. Despite the sunshine and finely arranged plants, Angel could sense the news would be bad.
The amenities manager Yuma stood on the edge of the roof terrace, Once …
A mandatory meeting was called on the terrace above the gift shop. Despite the sunshine and finely arranged plants, Angel could sense the news would be bad.
The amenities manager Yuma stood on the edge of the roof terrace, Once …
The remains of the mouldy hashbrown, stuck to the underside of the protruding boot kept drawing PC Birkenshaw’s attention. It was a welcome distraction from the constant buzzing of the flies that had already appeared. His gaze wandered inexorably up …
I got drunk first, but that’s not saying much; I’d been half-lit for the better part of a month. That night I started with the best rum I could afford. The pharmacy clerk hid her smirk as she rang me …
Act 1
I unlock the bungalow door and the smell hits me. Urine and lavender. I pause for a moment. Dear Granny, she was such a stinker. Lavender by name, Lavender by…scent. A walking predictability.
It isn’t urine, it’s …
I bought this book, HOW TO WRITE RIGHT! at the library. It was in the leftover bin. Retired, I guess they call it. I was not really looking for something along those lines, but I was intrigued by the price, …
Geezer and I were traveling third class on the Marrakesh Express alongside squawking chickens and squealing pigs, wishing we’d smoked more kif before boarding, when Geezer decided to photograph a Berber and his goat. Then the goat started doing his …
The door to the attic creaked open with a push. Carol coughed as the smell of mildew and old books invaded her nostrils. She moved deeper into the murky shadows, raking a hand in front of her face to ward …
It’s Saturday night, but Mac doesn’t have any plans. He pours himself a glass of whiskey and settles into his recliner to watch the Adam Sandler movie marathon playing on cable TV. There’s a warmth to Sandler’s performances and Mac …
“That’s it!” Sherry said. She tried to wipe the clump of mud off the side of her face but only ended up smearing it further up her cheekbone. “I’m out of here.”
“Aw, come on,” Cole said. “Don’t be like …
I sat in the waiting room, browsing through a nine-month-old issue of Time magazine. I knew when he walked in, the news wasn’t going to be good. I’d known Dave for more than two decades and could see it in …