Know when to leave.

18 Dec

Jason acted like he owned the place. OK he did own the place but that was no excuse for acting like such a dick. All the girls hated him. He took their tips and called them names…his own pet names for them. Big Ass, No Tits, Allsorts.

Every few weeks one of the hostesses walked, and never took her full pay with her. It was just like that. Ruby was no different. She would rather go short than have to see his ugly face spitting’ up close to hers ever again.


Try pumpkin pie.

17 Dec


Expect the unexpected.

16 Dec

Move forward, look back.

15 Dec

Milos thought the stars seemed brighter at Christmas, and alhough there was no snow on the ground, there was a clarity in the way the lamps lit the walk to Regent’s Park.

“Don’t worry, this will feel like home soon”. Gabor sounded like he meant it.

But would it? His memories were so fresh it was hard to believe this was not Budapest.

Nineteen fifty seven! Say it Milos…NINETEEN FIFTY SEVEN. A great time for a young man to begin his life of freedom!”.



Behave yourself.

14 Dec


Have faith.

13 Dec

Fly away.

12 Dec

A canary. Freda had fallen in love with a small, yellow bird. So much in love she could not bear to put it into a cage.

Instead, it flew freely throughout the vast hacienda, leaving tiny squirts of liquid shit wherever it chose. Diego was incensed.

“I give you my solemn word…lock it up or I will kill it”. He squeezed a linseed rag as if to prove so.

That night the canary flew past the shutters and out into the purple sky, making a fool of the fat man.


Go for the dark meat.

11 Dec


10 Dec

Everywhere he turned there was another, more lovely than the last. Their skin, their hair, their voices melted together like warm syrup on his tongue. He head spun.

“Go! Leave me be! I need time to consider”.

And suddenly they were gone. He was alone, his hair grey, the taste of old age dry as dust on his lips.

And now for a last minute gift idea…

9 Dec