Bar Flies

We were monkey kings; street dogs running through familiar streets at full tilt, howling and bounding from one scent to the next.

Haunted Away From Home

Two months in. I’m lying in bed wrapped in two blankets and a duvet. I slide the balcony door open , kangaroo jump to the bathroom and dump the duvet and blankets on the dusty, tiled floor. Soap in hand, I flick on the shower. It’s freezing. It has been freezing for a week andContinue reading “Haunted Away From Home”

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