Leaving Time*

E”Excuse me, do you happen to have a pig or a tapir?” I say to the manager of the shop.  I’m at the place where I purchased Mum’s beaded dinosaur last week, looking for a present for Seb’s Mum. “We’ve got a sheep,” she says, standing up, moving round the front of her desk, walking over […]

A Shopping List For Murder*

“Have you seen that?  Looks like rubbish,” Seb says, pointing to the pile of Fifty Shades of Grey DVDs as he dumps our basket of food on the counter.  We are in the co op, round the corner from Seb’s flat, purchasing food stuffs for supper. “Yes,” I say.  “Let’s put the bottles straight in your bag […]