The Burglar Who Counted The Spoons*

“Boxing was exhausting,” Seb says when he calls last night. “Those teenagers have so much energy and I’d eaten too much spaghetti before I set off and…” “So what weight division will you be in?” I say. “I suppose I’ll get leaner so I can be middleweight or…well – I don’t want to bulk up […]

Shadow Boxer*

“So how was your first day?” I ask Seb when he calls last night.  I’m waiting for my artichoke to cook.  It’s simmering away.  Not long to go now.  The room is filled with its earthy scent. “Oh, good, I think,” Seb says, sounding cheerful, as well he might, having just started a three year […]