Secrets In A Small Place

Meet Howard, a neighbour of mine. He’s retired and walks his two dogs past my house every morning. A permanently disparaging expression clouds his tight features. The walking stick he carries (and doesn’t really need) flicks out at his feet with every step hiding a deep-seated, hidden frustration. He mutters a lot, to himself or…

Why Is This Girl Sick With Envy, New To Sex and High On Mischief?

Skinny Chris Love is like bath bubbles. Tender moments shine as they float, then pop without warning. “Could someone in your family be harbouring a secret?” was the question Detective Pritchard asked me less than a week after the accident. I’d just turned seventeen. My answer, spoken with teenage contempt, was, “What the fuck do…