STOLEN WEEKEND

Hustle and bustle. Amongst it all I sit alone. Many come and go: commuters, tourists, pleasure seekers and shoppers. Smiling faces and laughter, serious looks with purposeful strides, blank expressions and automatic motions: all accumulate into the life of the station. The whistle signals an arrival. Her arrival. Loud squealing brakes and steam fill the … Continue reading STOLEN WEEKEND

MY HUSBAND AND HIS LOVER

'That's the trouble with these old stone houses. They're built like forts, to keep the enemy out. But once the enemy is within, it means it's difficult to escape. Little slits instead of windows, only one door. You know, they used to tax homeowners based on the number of windows in their house, so everyone … Continue reading MY HUSBAND AND HIS LOVER