Fiction

Smoking or Non Smoking

I walked slowly towards the non-smoking section with my hands resting in my coat pockets. It was time. Time to show Slone Carter what it meant to cross me. I was nobody's fool. The mid-afternoon smokers always felt more encroaching than the rest. Maybe because the day was already partially over, or maybe because they… Continue reading Smoking or Non Smoking

Fiction

The Great Bike Robbery

“Don’t point that thing at me,” I said as he pushed the weapon into my face. “Shut up! Just hand it over,” he said, his eyes wild. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Don’t wave that around, you could hurt someone.” My protest fell on deaf ears as he eyed the loot he… Continue reading The Great Bike Robbery