MARKET TRADE

The sights and smells of the small market were intoxicating. The constant chatter of humans mixed with the sounds of caged animals. Xao Ling dragged him along. 'Here,' he pointed. An old woman sat surrounded by pots of powders and liquids. Her skin was a patchwork of wrinkles, her eyes half-closed slits, her hair was … Continue reading MARKET TRADE

YEAR OF THE FIRE ROOSTER

'Hell of a way to start the new year.' Samson looked round the room. Everything was red. Decorations, walls, the clothes on the victim, the pool of blood on the floor, the spatter of blood on the wall. 'It's the contradiction, you see?' Cheng explained. 'The colour red. Chinese New Year is celebrated with the … Continue reading YEAR OF THE FIRE ROOSTER