She didn’t like the way he was staring: that bald, red-nosed old ‘gentleman’ in the tweed waistcoat. Respectable as you like, but for the hawkish look on his face. It ...
Leo wished he could tell his son how sometimes a thing like love can hurt too much, how it is like a string that vibrates, creating sound. Continue ...
A man, let’s call him Len, approaches a set of four seats on a small commuter train at Marylebone. Two of the four seats are already occupied: one of the ...
‘Excuse me. Does this train go to Ames?’ Taeko Endo asked a woman reading a newspaper in one of the seats near the door.
‘Yes, it does,’ the woman answered, smiling.
Taeko ...
