From stealth to murder.
I don’t need anything really. Certainly not cutlery. But I watch them eating and their forks are tantalizing. The man drinks ale — good — that will make him sluggish. […]
Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
Birdbrain
They called me birdbrain. I was their punchbag and aunt Sally. I tried my best to be complacent. All in vain — they left me shipwrecked to my failures. I […]
I have to raise my fee
I don’t complain really… but I really need an upgrade. I need a larger vessel. I need a helmsman and some hands on deck. The line of customers keep growing. […]
Anything but home
“This will do, it’s not home but it’s got a roof.” “How do we get in?” Jimmy knew the answer. He could climb. He could fight the grease and rats […]
Clearing out the cobwebs
Alone again. Yesterday his youngest son had married. His son belonged but Muhammad had been too preoccupied with family to grow his own roots. His suburban apartment echoed with Yasmin’s […]
