A Cold Day For Murder*

“I’ve left a piece of work a little late,” Seb’s message comes through at 8.16pm last night.  “Realise I’ve got to get it completed by 12 tomorrow.  Bit of an all-nighter I fear.  How are you? Xxx.” Hope he managed to finish it and get it in on time.   “I do seem to have […]

Tooth And Nail*

20th October 2013 Violent rain batters the car.   We’re on the motorway, in heavy traffic.  Dad is driving, Mum is navigating and am sitting in the back.  Next to me is a box and something inside the box is crying and has been howling non-stop for almost two hours. “Tanya, talk to him,” Mum says, turning round.  “Keep […]

Hide And Seek*

“Where’s my fluffy?” Mum asks Dad.  Have been out with Mum and Dad has been at the parental home, in charge of the fluffy monster. “He’s inside,” Dad says.  “He came in and I closed the flap, so he must be in the house somewhere.” Dad is wearing his bright purple sweater.  Mum purchased it […]

An Appetite For Murder*

“Oh, there you are, Tanya,” Mum says as I wander into the kitchen in search of fizzy water.  “Can you find that kitten and ask him why he hasn’t eaten his supper?” “OK,” I say.  “What?  In the wild?  There isn’t any fizzy water in the fridge or…” “No, he’s in the house somewhere,” Mum […]

Day Of Atonement*

“Are you coming back to synagogue with me then?” Mum says.  I’m sitting on the parental sofa under my furry blanket; Dad dozes in his armchair; the fluffy monster rests in his rose chair.  You can see him in the attached photo. “I can’t,” I say, sipping my coffee.  “Have to write the blog or…” […]

Murder In Time*

“What time do you call this?” Mum says, marching into my bedroom. “I’m asleep,” I say, from under the covers.  “I’ve come here for a rest, remember.” “Well it’s six o’clock.  In the evening,” Mum says, opening my curtains.  “You’d better have a bath.  I know you didn’t have one yesterday because…” “I did,” I […]

Wicked Autumn*

“Hello lovely.  Am out with brother,” Seb’s message comes through at 2.44pm.  “Nice markets around so I’ll bring supper.  Any requests?” “Thank you,” I reply.  My darling Seb.  “Olives, bread and cheese please xxx.” Have been filming all day with Mum and am so exhausted that my mind has gone blank.  It’s already almost dark […]

Gun, With Occasional Music*

Despite the presence of the panther, there are some good things happening:  There were artichokes in the market today again.  Bought four.  Am at my Office.  Just met up with a friend for coffee.  Am wearing a bright pink dress which looks pretty.  Haven’t worn it for a while.  Is good to have rediscovered it […]

The Beauty Of Murder*

“Would you like a little wheelie suitcase?” Mum says as we sit having our lunch.  “I’ll ask your father to get it down from the loft and…” “No, it’s OK,” I say.  “I’ve got that weekend bag, it’s…” “This is a tiny little one,” Mum says.  “It’s better – you don’t have to carry it.” […]

A Scanner Darkly*

It’s cool, calm and quiet in the waiting area for MRI scans.  Am the youngest person here by at least forty years, as usual.  The only sounds are the squeak of doors opening and closing; the patter of footprints and the thud of walking sticks up and down the corridor.  Listen carefully and there’s a […]