Thirteen (13)

Sometimes I wonder if I have walked under too many ladders. Or broken a mirror. When every day could be Friday and every date the thirteenth. Running to the bus stop, just in time for the bus to pull away. … Continue reading


Swift Encounter

“Anyway, so you’re a teacher,” said Steven, consciously running the tip of his finger around his pint glass as it stood on the table; himself repeating what she had previously said before he got side-tracked. There was a natural break … Continue reading