July 2021

It’s a tumble-down house on a small suburban block, corrugated iron roof, weatherboards peeling paint, long grass in the front. Out back, down the cracked driveway, three cars sit on blocks. They’re classics, you told me; you’d restore them one day, make us a mint. But they’ve been sitting there …

A gun in hand is worth two in the…. Finishing that line required getting out in the field. Maybe if I hadn’t tried two people would still be alive. I’m a crime writer. Okay, an unpublished crime writer, but an honest man. If I have a flaw, it’s a lack …

“Forgive and forget” is my life’s guiding policy. That’s why I don’t murder people—I forgive them. Only then can I find blessed forgetfulness. Like last week, when my neighbor took my mail by mistake. I told her she was forgiven, and I meant it. Then there was the clumsy barista …

For almost two years I stared at the ceiling in my tiny flat, trapped by both fear and government regulations. All I could do was hope that I’d get the chance to see her again. When the end of lockdown was in sight, I tried every trick I could to …