London Called, It’s Scarf Season

I would like to start off this post with a pr-story admission of how dumb I am. I know I have said this before, you know, that common sense really isn't my forte. But I thought I would just restate it before I begin; so we're all clear. Not the reddest apple in the barrel … Continue reading London Called, It’s Scarf Season

This is a Book: Chapter Nine

And Then There Were None The street vendor pays no attention to Mary’s hands as she swiftly plucks a copy of today’s newspaper from the stack on his cart and tucks it under her jacket. He can’t, he’s too busy staring at her chest. Dirty rat. While he’s distracted, I smear a mark onto the … Continue reading This is a Book: Chapter Nine