One Night in Shibuya

Her jacket was slung across her shoulders—she’d been wearing it despite the sweaty air of the nightclub—and I removed it like a gentleman, spread it across the coarse stone steps so that we could sit down in comfort.

Bonus. Girlfriends and Sisters

The flames turned into a huge fireball that lashed fiery tongues at the ceiling tiles, melting them into blackened charcoal slabs that peeled away and dropped like burnt crackers to the floor.

Bonus. The Mao Cap

We’d gone to Dali, to a market on the lake, but while I had a mild cold and a case of the runs, Ben had full on dysentery.