‘Coming, Tim?’ I logged off and followed my colleagues out of the office; attending company social events inadvertently influenced our bonuses. The downstairs function room of the nearby pub reeked of beer and despair; like a fallen tree, its scratched tables could be aged by the rings staining their surfaces. The only person happy toContinue reading “Woozy Bankers.”
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Storm Damage.
As I arrived back at the house, the radio reported the cyclone had made landfall. I fought through the sheets of rain and wrestled the door open. Molly appeared, dressed in pyjamas. ‘Daddy!’ Her battle-cry summoned her younger sister, Hannah, who was followed down the hall by their mother. ‘What are you doing here?’ askedContinue reading “Storm Damage.”
Matthew S. Wilson 