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“A femur you say?” Detective Constable took up his notebook, raised his left eyebrow scrutinizing the old drunkard. Through smell of pee and booze, Constable could distinguish a sweet scent […]
“A femur you say?” Detective Constable took up his notebook, raised his left eyebrow scrutinizing the old drunkard. Through smell of pee and booze, Constable could distinguish a sweet scent […]
The order form I placed for sultry dreams of babes contained a minor fault, I tried to place a call, correcting my mistake I might have raised my voice a […]
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