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 […]

Hippie Hollow: Murder On A Nude Beach*

Walking along the beach, kicking off my fit flops, feeling the sand between my toes.  Blue sky, cerulean sea, pale sand – golden retriever colour. Not the caramel of a working retriever, the pale yellow of a pet one, that is.  The colours of paradise.  A pair of small dogs bomb into the sea and […]