In the event I decide to open my own detective agency, I want you to stop me. I’m asking you this now, I am asking you this before it happens. If I tell you I’v...
It was a boring party, all of us standing around sipping wine and eating meat wrapped in puff pastry or pickled vegetables on toothpicks, all of us with nothing...
If she were ever to speak to anyone about it, she would begin by admitting with some embarrassment that it took her a long time to realise what was happening. F...
Raymond was out in the garage, as usual. He was building something. Sawing, drilling, hammering. Just what my headache needed.
When I went out to the kitchen...
Every so often, I see the image of that owl Andy Fuller shot and killed back when we were boys.
We were friends due to proximity. We were the only kids who w...
The fish tank is there, and nobody knows why, or how, or even when it arrived. I ask my daughter this morning, ask my mother-in-law this afternoon, and the fish...
On that cursed day when we ruined Wallace Cotts, the Ouija board inspector, we’d gathered near the sanding station to watch him press his ear to the glossy box ...
She won’t give me the fish storybook. I take it. Reading the first few pages angrily, aggressively, the door shatters its bell-chime sound and I see my mother t...
The refineries at night look like a sprawling space station repair base, flares aglow against a dark sky full of choked out stars, tanks full of liquids I can n...
He will not be talking about Barentsburg, tonight. He, William Edwards, Emeritus Professor, frequent guest lecturer on Arctic cruises, will talk about much to d...
