The Shining*

“Seb,” I say.  “It’s eight o’clock.”  He grunts.  He’s asleep.   “Since it’s supper time,” I say, climbing over him, “I’m going to make an omelette.” Seb says “oh really,” with his eyes closed. I can do this, I think, wandering through to the kitchen.  Chopping up the mushrooms, asparagus and broccoli that we purchased […]

The Adventure Of The Six Napoleons*

“So, I’ve got an exam tomorrow,” Seb says, when he calls last night. “At what time – so I can send positive thoughts,” I say, although what I mean is: at what time – so I can text you to remind you to attend it.  Or: wonder if you know what time exam is.  Maybe check. […]