An usher had shown me to a secluded area, behind a trellis screen away from the stage, and I was seated at a bar top table, when the manager walked over.
Author Archive: Mel
เก้า. Our Selfish War Part 2
Karnchana unstrapped her rifle, squeaked back her chair to give herself some room, and leveled the rifle at Mick.
แปด. Our Selfish War Part 1
Oh, the happiness of the catch—the spattering of blood over the palm of my hand, thought Danny. He stepped outside into a swollen night heat. Where the mosquitoes bounced off the balcony neons.
Bonus. The Dance of the Moonlight Swordsman
A pale moon lit the town with the soft touch of a cat’s fur. It remained un-wavered by thin grey wisps of cloud that passed in front.