The smell of tomato sauce and melted cheese fills the car as I sit idling at the end of a long block of ramshackle houses.
I was under a tree in my garden with the guy of my dreams and there was a Hollywood director on the phone.
That summer morning in the Lower Downs began as usual for Reuben Pedley.
I don’t know how I knew, when the sirens woke me just before dawn, that they were for him.
Millie Gerdavey cheated on her boyfriend again.
How did they find us so fast?
My hand shakes as I brace myself against the brick wall.
I’ll never forget the day the news rang through the App World.
He stood motionless in the swirling snowfall, the dead branch balanced lightly over his shoulder like a gnarled baseball bat.
It had hit New York first, and from what I had learned, it might have been deliberate.