A Ballad of a Ginger Werewolf
Reader's Note: The preview omits paragraph breaks and is rather unflattering to poetry. Enjoy. Beneath the glow of Luna full The leaves turned silver, pale. My wife and I took nighttime stroll ‘Round silent…
Love, and other types of chaos
Ethel Pilkington was a disaster. No, that’s not fair. The potential for disaster clung to Ethel like cheap body spray. She was clumsy, forgetful and impractical. Six foot tall and lean as a Conservative public…
Darling Darren
Alice first met Darren on a Friday night. It was mid-October, the weather having only just tipped from late Summer into early Autumn, and the breeze from the north had brought with it a biting…
Bad date, Good day
Alice flattened her hands against her hips and took a deep breath. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her apron, pulled her notepad and pen out of her pocket, and pushed the door open. The…
What Exactly Does That Mean?
After precisely 33 minutes of the most trying first date she had ever endured, Jennifer stood up. "Excuse me. I have to visit the restroom." Bob, like the gentleman he considered himself to be, also…