"It happened again," Myriam said, as she entered the room. "I screwed up. I'm sorry."       She collapsed on the couch, head in her hands. "I just wanted a sip. I thought I had a handle on this ...  [+]

It rains continuously as I drive north along Marmion Avenue.

‘It's just a shack,' Julia had said. ‘Don't say you weren't warned.'

I turn the key and push the door inwards, leaving my bag ...  [+]

On the days I visited the care center, I'd walk past this used bookshop on a quiet sidestreet. There were these four books in the shop window that always caught my eye. Other books would come and go ...  [+]