Cold Night On The Thames
Pulling up my collar to ward away the chilling winds of late December, I shove my gloved hands into my leather jacket and hurry along the...
Maestro Part One
“On lonely street, on a dark lonely night…” She sang softly to herself as she walked, hands clasped behind her back clutching her purse....
Scavenger
The smell of rotting flesh was pungent on this vista, pungent enough to attract the attention of one lonely vulture looking for a...
Lump
It started as a growth on his neck. Nothing overt, like a wart or mole, but as a lump. He didn’t notice at first, mostly because he was a...