What The Coachman Said
A cold winter morning in post-War London, and Tom has only his memories to keep him company. But can they keep him warm, too? Continue reading What The Coachman Said
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The result of ideas that are too long to fit in a tweet, and too short for Ashutosh Gowariker to make a film on!
A cold winter morning in post-War London, and Tom has only his memories to keep him company. But can they keep him warm, too? Continue reading What The Coachman Said
A couple going through a troubled few weeks, trying to reconcile. Will they make it or break it? Part wine, part scotch, full short-story. Continue reading Wine and Scotch
A cold night, a lone convict waiting, a broken engagement and a worker whose life is about to change forever.
This is “A Sweeping Fortune” Continue reading A Sweeping Fortune
————————— I am bored. I am suffocating. I am chocking. I am aching. But I am uncomplaining. And I am bored. I have lost count of the days that I have been here. I don’t even remember when I first came here. I think it was a week ago. Or it could be a … Continue reading A Dark Room and a Sore Voice