Half eaten Inside I stare at my emptiness and loneliness fills my very core; I ache Relentlessly I take My place in life My breath , My only saviour Lost I drown in my sense of loss

Remember the awkward attraction in a college corridor? It wasn't like the movies.

Jim stood trembling. This was totally unexpected. It had only been 20/1 in the paper. He’d tried tipsters in the past but you were lucky if they offered you something running at double odds.

It was supposed to be a walk in the woods. Abduction by a UFO was certainly not supposed to happen. Especially not a UFO made in England.

It was supposed to be a walk in the woods. Abduction by a UFO was certainly not supposed to happen. Especially not a UFO made in England.

It was supposed to be a walk in the woods. Abduction by a UFO was certainly not supposed to happen. Especially not a UFO made in England.

(This is my latest letter-to-the-editor of The Herald and News, the newspaper in the small Oregon city where I grew up and now live again.)

In the morning I went down to the small outdoor restaurant, for the breakfast buffet. The dogs were everywhere. Everywhere