WHISKEY AND WATER

She’s in the bottle shop, again. Every Tuesday around four thirty she’ll be standing there, picking up bottles, reading the labels, placing them gently back on the shelf, umming and ahing over the malt, the strength, the price. Eventually she will settle on one, different each week; today, it’s Jamerson Black Barrel. Last week it…

ORIGINAL SIN

The tree of knowledge was a silent place. No aphids fed on its sap, no fungi bloomed from its roots, no ants or wasps buzzed and scuttled around its fallen fruit – they simply lay where they fell, sweetening the warm, still air until it was so thick you could gag on it, turning the…

SUMMER BRIDGE

It was summer in the Sierra Nevada. There was a couple by the brook. He lay on his back, staring at her as she sat smoking. They were laughing together, both a little high already, lost in the moment. Her eyes were dark and clear, like the night sky on a crisp winter night. His…