New York, February 1930
Please note this was written as part of a learning exercise. It is inspired (some would say “way more than inspired”) by some segments of the Spaniard TV Sho...
Losers
Empty-handed, eyes fixed on the grass, some of them walk slowly back to the locker room. Some others are squatting in the middle of the field. Their head bur...
Orange Blossom
Dorothy Dunnett lovers will appreciate the nod at the end Orange blossom water was the most important ingredient. And she was aiming for perfection. She pla...
Meeting the in-laws
Am I going to marry him? Of course, I am going to marry him! See, you meet this guy on OkCupid. You have a casual coffee date. You talk, you smile, you scan ...
Movie Night
There was a pizza in the oven and custard in the fridge. That didn’t happen often, and could only mean one very exciting thing. My sister and I were meticul...
Fear
I am not deaf. I wish I was, so I would not hear the sky wailing and the earth roaring. First the wail, then the roar. Heaven wailing like a wounded witch, h...
Jane and the time traveler
Young, witty Jane reluctantly put away the book she was reading and stood up graciously to receive her unexpected morning call. Jane wasn’t precisely pleased...
Rewinding a deadly selfie in the Grand Canyon
Blood. Then less blood. Multiple bone pieces become one again. Arms and legs untwist themselves on the ground reclaiming their regular human form. Skull f...
Strobe Lights
Neat as a button in a black lavish suit, humming You Sexy Thing, and relishing on his disarming simile in front of the mirror, Francis knew he would break th...