The importance of Hildebrand to his children was negligible. They barely noticed him at all, nor should they, he hadn’t seen them since he’d left to open a beach bar, back when they were three and four, and the last thing he ever said to them was not to trust their mother, ’she’s a bitch’… Read more

What are you listening to this week? Muhammad (Momo) Al Bakiri Zawerrk, Suicide bomber, Iraq Mr Bombastic, Shaggy This was my nickname at the camps. I got all the steps to it down. You gotta love the beats. Classic. Boom shake the room, Fresh Prince and Jazzy Jeff. Obvious innit? Its me job Two tickets… Read more

I smiled and pointed toward the salads. ’I’m sorry sir, this is a vegetarian restaurant.’ ’Meeeat.’ ’We do have a fine selection of cheese steaks.’ ’Meeeat.’ This guy was serious, he wanted his meat. ’One moment sir, I’ll get the manager.’ I raced into the back room and motioned to Arti, who was at that… Read more

The twack of willow on sharp red leather, the crisp white uniforms, the knees stained green and thighs red. Goodness, what a delight. Could you spend a more pleasant afternoon, a more pleasant morning even? Nonsense sex has nothing on this. The rhythmic rush of feet, the gasp of breath as a ball slams into… Read more