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


Fabrizzio heaved the extra crate onto the roof and tied it down, next to his regular cargo of fresh seafood. Tourists had already begun to emerge into the Venetian dawn, among the bustle of barges delivering and collecting goods along the canal. He motored slowly along the narrow passages until he emerged into the lagoon. … Continue reading NO QUESTIONS ASKED