Everyone hates working on a Saturday. But when you’re a serial killer you can’t always get the hours
Painting: Crinoline: Oil, acrylic, and enamel on wood by artist Tracy Harris (tracyharris.com) Lyda stands crumpled in a wrinkled sleeveless shirt. She faces the sliding…
“What are you thinking Rani? Put on the dress, we are getting late. You don’t want to be late for your own wedding, do you?”…
Let us consider violence. If we can, let us draw upon the memory of a fist or a booted foot colliding with the side of…
“Where has that girl gone? Do you know Sanjeev?” “Mum how could I know? I’m not even supposed to see the bride before the wedding!”…
I heard the phone ring and my eyes opened to complete darkness. This was not the early morning start I had been dreading, I…