Even walking through the doors in the morning was a chore. The regiment of stern faces formed a welcoming wall, judging and scrutinising in equal measure. This would be awkward.

I tiptoe past him, back to the J in bed. He’s hugging himself. Normally, I would put an arm around him.

"Kourtney."

There’s a banquet table So big, and so, high It leaves us mindful …That the floor is a pigsty. Hummingbird on the wind Flutter; just suspend… Note not flowers pinned.

A somber mood tracking a waning moon as savage wolves indiscriminately croon Pinging cymbals clash Forceful egos slash Restive symbols climb metric scale Truant signs do disharmony braille

a Steampunk short story - the first of Devereux and Wentworths adventures.. 1898 and a supper invitiation begins a desperate chase across London

I am too comfortable Within these walls Where terror and fun Once were visitors Door stands solid Pictures on walls Television new Hot water hot I feel no need to write

As the afternoon drifted on, the gentle sound of the ocean's swell and the merriment at Brew Cottage had most people in high spirits, that is except Bracus...