After that my memory seems to run together like wet paint streaking down a canvas. There was the work, which, at first, was all encompassing. Hours of intense concentration when I forgot to eat or drink and only the sinking of the sun reminded me that I had other needs. Between bouts of working I...
He raps sharply on Tom’s door. Lacey is a pace behind him and comes to a halt at his shoulder, leaving Drew to observe from his own doorstep. The evening is closing in around them, light from Tom’s window casting a yellow pool on the ground. An edge of wind ruffles Lacey’s hair and she shivers, h...
At first I tried to maintain awareness of where I was, up there suspended in space, looking down at the strings of city lights threaded far below. But it’s a long flight and soon the duty-free magazines and attendants jostling in the aisles turned the world outside into an illusion. Before long I...