Four
“Don’t stare, you idiot.” “Sorry.” We are sitting in the window of an Italian restaurant opposite Briar’s hotel, which is swathed in police investigation tape. A dour doorman watches the […]
Monthly Archives: May 2011
Three
What the fuck is his name? “I’m making pasta. I was going to make risotto, but my flatmate’s used all my Arborio rice. Would you like some?” “What I’d really […]
Two
Having sex with Marina would be a bad idea, in the same sort of way that taking a toaster into the bath with you is a bad idea, or drinking […]
One
And so it starts with a whisper and a sigh. Something in the dark is stirring. I can feel it waking. * I open my eyes and find that he […]
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