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.”
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Simon and Jess.
Jess and I had been together for two years. We were complete opposites, which is why it worked. She was always very ‘big picture’, leaving the details to me. Last year’s Vietnam trip was no exception: Jess decided how we’d spend each day; I held the map and kept an eye on the time (theContinue reading “Simon and Jess.”
Unpaid Debts.
Five thousand bucks may not sound like much, but for me it was everything. I scribbled down the address and told Sheila I’d call her once I was done. I didn’t ask her any questions, if she vouched for the client, that was good enough for me. I jumped into my Falcon and headed towardsContinue reading “Unpaid Debts.”
Matthew S. Wilson 