‘The alien doctor wouldn’t be anything like Dr. Patel. Jeremy’s doctor was caring and kind; he just liked to talk. No needles, no knives, no painfully invasive probes.’
In her college days at Barnard, Patricia Highsmith was steeped in Marx, Freud, and her budding writing career. She quickly became disenchanted with the first […]
Charlie had never thought he’d be the kind of person to kill a man but with Welles’ bloody corpse staring up at him, well, there really was no doubt in his mind…
The body lay hidden
covered by a sandy shawl.
My shoes went in
and then legs, buckling.
The rancid air escaped
and days old sand,
sea and decay blew out
over the new.
The last thing she wanted as she flicked on the telly and set the Jameson’s down was to hear the phone, then came the Chief Inspector’s distinctive voice.