Sparkling Cyanide*

“You go in there and help your father.  You’re better at wine than I am,” Mum says, as we park at the warehouse.  “I’ll stay in the car.” Pulling my raincoat on, I run after Dad, who’s striding towards the building.  It’s raining.  It’s been pouring non-stop all day. Inside, the wine warehouse has various […]

Morning Glory*

“Come and help me observe my new flowers,” Mum says.  “It’s a Gardening Which study: to observe them for ten minutes four times during the summer on a sunny day – between ten in the morning and four in the afternoon – and to record the number and species of butterflies that land on them.” […]

I Dream Of Murder*

“Oh, I’ve always smoked a lot of weed. I don’t find that it affects me at all,” the girl says.  We’re sitting at a wooden table in The Stables restaurant of the local country club.  The ceiling is beamed.  Looking around, this is so weird, I think.  Next to the girl is her mother on […]