I am sitting on the beach, looking out over the water. The sand I am sitting on is just a blanket of darkness, still slightly warm to the touch from the heat it absorbed through the day. I am not sure of the time, but I am aware somehow that it is late – well …

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He sat in the car. Waiting. Just waiting. His gazed rested on the vista outside of the car, but he didn’t see it. His mind was a blank page. He was just waiting. Shallow little breaths, barely enough to fog in the cold air. Waiting. Inside, a war. One woman sat in a kitchen chair …

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The thumping bass of the last song drifts away, and the sexy notes of a saxophone glissando ease across the dance floor. The deejay, bloated with his own importance, growls through the mic, “This is for all the luvvers in tha house…”. Most of the dancers, still high on the heavy drums of the previous …

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The depression started the same year I started school. By the time I finished, only the elderly and the insane held out any hope of it ending. I can’t remember exactly, but it was some time during my teens that the fresh food started to become sparse. I remember my mother squabbling with a young …

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In the kitchen, it’s all action. People everywhere. I’ve been planning the menu for weeks, and had done most of it by the time the first guests – my parents – arrived. I saw Dad briefly, he gave me a kiss on the cheek and I could smell alcohol on his breath. I said nothing. …

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