The older gentleman had bought a quite extravagant salad bowl, with an asymmetrical rim and splashes of luminous cerulean glaze. For his granddaughter, he’d said, who had just moved out of home along with a mountain of the family’s hand-me-down everything. ‘I want her to have a few special things...
‘That was fun,’ she said. She felt good, buzzing with a touch of champagne, her toes pleasantly sore from hours of dancing. ‘Yeah,’ he said, with a slightly bemused smile. ‘I know.’ The elevator doors slid open, and Ruby stepped out, her boot heels loud on the foyer’s marb...
He glanced downwards, to discover a trail of pale brown liquid trickling in multiple rivulets down his front. A brief perusal of the obvious culprit—the takeaway coffee cup in his hand—revealed a leak beneath the lid. He swore. Loudly. He had a meet...