Something’s Fishy
Passing the day, passing tuk-tuk drivers, book kids, travelers, locals and suddenly she was standing before me. Holding a sandwich board in front of her she called to me as I passed, “Madam,… Read More
Passing the day, passing tuk-tuk drivers, book kids, travelers, locals and suddenly she was standing before me. Holding a sandwich board in front of her she called to me as I passed, “Madam,… Read More
He’s obviously at worst, homeless and at best, down-on-luck, dressed in layers and relatively clean, peddling “The Real Change News” on a February morning in Seattle that’s as damp as a rag waiting… Read More
28 degrees at 22:30 and she came from one block south, slowly, waddling due to the excess weight she carried. 5 nights out of 7 it played out this way. She passed, her… Read More
Waiting for the #8 bus I saw him, he had the most beautiful brown eyes – I couldn’t resist eye contact. He saw me watching him and asked, “Excuse me, can you spare… Read More
It had been one of those days. I stealthily entered the dark apartment; the lack of light was comforting, then to the bedroom, slipped between the sheets and curled into a lover’s embrace… Read More