about my mummy & daddy.

The Killer, a man in his late thirties, early fourties, gave a malignant smirk as he sharpened the small blade he currently held in his hand.

Contemplating the tarot...

Long ago, the land was peaceful. It had been for many, many years. The trees had been a bright green color

Momentarily our eyes lock together, my hand still in his. Looking intently into each other’s eyes, the world around us no longer seems to exist.

Life in the bus lane