The customer is always right
I remember the meeting with my client. “Do you really want our business?”, she smirked. “Well … it’s a very competitive offer… our solution…”. She interrupted me… “No, I don’t […]
I remember the meeting with my client. “Do you really want our business?”, she smirked. “Well … it’s a very competitive offer… our solution…”. She interrupted me… “No, I don’t […]
“You’ve changed, you say” Leyla put her hands on her hips, raised her left eyebrow staring at Julian. “Yes… I’ve come to ask forgiveness… I acted wrong,” he couldn’t meet […]
The cruiser stopped on the bridge and police opened the door for a woman in her late forties. She had been brought as witness, but Detective Dave Drummond had a […]
November. The fog has smothering fingers and my hair is sticky with rain. I choke while opening the urn to spread her ashes… recalling: “Can you see the dryad?”, my […]
“This game is rigged”, Annabella Appleton complained. Another failed job interview She slammed down her leather briefcase on the kitchen counter. “Oh, sweetie-pie let me give you a hug”, Anita […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis