Vignette (1)

It's 7:34 and the bus is making good time. My shift starts in an hour, and this little village is just beginning to wake up to the morning slog. You wouldn't expect to find a village-style place in the midst of a city, but it is here. Red light. First one in at least ten… Continue reading Vignette (1)


The Faux Landlords’ Empire

It has been two months since I last encountered Penelope. The last I heard from her, it was on a postcard declaring that she and Andrew had to move to another city for reasons she didn't elaborate. So far it's been peaceful. There haven't been any unexpected drop-ins with cake, or books, and Jim from… Continue reading The Faux Landlords’ Empire