On the Fourth Day of Halloween…

Marriage. Sometimes not the happiest of partnerships, eh? Yard Work The crows sat high in the tree tops, laughing at Marie as she struggled to feed her husband's torso into the industrial wood chipper. The limbs had gone in so easily, she'd been lulled into thinking the rest would also. Not so much. That's what …

On the Third Day of Halloween….

For most humans I would imagine, the idea of someone hurting a child ranks up there as a major horror. There's something so wrong when a young life is ended. Speaking of which, for an exciting, thrilling, satisfying read regarding one detective's struggle to bring a child killer to justice, pick up your copy of Bronze …

On the First Day of Halloween…

The shine and sparkle of the holiday season wore off for me long about my 12th year on the planet. It was around that time that I realized the holidaze (Thanksgiving and Christmas) were being sold not celebrated. It began to be all about how much food people could consume and how much money was …

Emily’s Ghost. Or. The Haunting of Emily Dobson

The results of another string of nights where sleep and I part company three or four times a night.  Toss in the odd nightmare and the fact that it's October - that frightfully fun time of year - and you get my brain conjuring up memories then turning them into snippets like this.   "Mummy! …