Long COVID:

…my personal battle with the little spikey guy… Memories come flooding back of those dark days of 19th – 29th April 2020. The period when I had my personal battle with the little spikey guy who was to become synonymous with that annus horribilis. As...

White:

The room was pure white, such that she could barely make out its shape, dimensions or equally white contents. With the final blow it came–no more pain, only peace. After months of torment Soraya finally got her wish–death. *** The young woman opened her eyes to pure...

The Tip.

I proceeded to deposit the contents of my tiny Renault Twingo into eight different skips, Yesterday was a good day. I did something useful, a rare occurrence these days. I filled up my little car with unwanted stuff and took it to the “Household Waste Recycling...

Keys:

The battered Steinway Model K upright stood in its usual place It was the hottest day in Paris for a generation. The flesh was out in abundance. ‘Where did all of the tattoos come from, all of a sudden?’ He contemplated as he negotiated the early morning rush hour....

L’Esprit D’Escalier

Cover Blurb Dr. Lucien Muersac has spent decades enduring the sharp tongues of his so-called friends—Marielle, a ruthless artist; Valery, a fraud of a writer; and Gaston, a sculptor who barely acknowledges Lucien’s existence. Every month, their dinner table becomes a...