The Guitar Player

January, 1982. Baking heat sank through the slate tiled roof, through the flimsy insulation batts, through the pressed metal ceiling and into the bedroom. White nylon curtains, limp and dirty, covered half the window. The other half presented a view of a makeshift driveway, a paling fence, and the house next door - brick and…

Drone With A Chainsaw!

Filed by Katie Kerrigan Darwin, Sunday.  Residents of the sleepy hamlet of Howard Springs were terrified this morning by a drone that repeatedly swooped out of the sky toward them, carrying an operating chainsaw. The contraption seems to have arrived at about 8am on Sunday morning, when Jules Fernne heard it while climbing out of…

The Funeral Show

 “I’ve got a feeling this one’ll be good”. Sam pushed her hair back as she flicked over the pages of the briefing sheet. “Suicide. At 58. He was a musician. We’ve got a brother, a friend who played in his band, and some student. Seems like he taught saxophone somewhere. How long till we arrive,…

Julie and Rosalie

Julie ran the sportswear section. Well, she didn’t actually own it, but as far as all the staff, including Julie, were concerned it was her domain. No discarded sweet wrapper ever sullied the pristine floor of Julie’s sportswear section ...