The Making of Me

"You're gay aren't you?"

It was my best friend who first noticed what I'd thought for years. We were both sixteen and she was all excited about going out that night with a guy from school; she'd tried to get me yet another date with his...

The Dirty Girl

"for a certain english girl"

I knew exactly three things about Astrid, besides her name of course.One. She was Swedish. If her name wasn’t enough of a hint, her height partnered with hair the color of wheat and blue eyes that put the sky to...

Spectator Sport

"Two's company; twelve's an appreciative crowd"

There was a huge difference in their ages, but that didn't seem to bother either of them. Molly was twenty one and straight out of university, whilst bookish Nick was in his sixties, though he was secretive (even to her)...

Moments of regret. We all have them. Those times when we think to ourselves, ‘If I’d just stopped to think a moment, I wouldn’t have…’Driving north up I-5, near Medford, Oregon, I pulled off the freeway, my stomach growling. Breakfast...