and in those days I played chicken with life and roulette with oblivion. I ducked under the lowered crossing signals to race the oncoming train across the tracks, and when I reached the other side, I turned and saw a girl I knew from school jumping after me.
When Jill’s eyes adjust to the light, she comes face-to-face with a life-sized painting of a naked, spread-eagled woman. It takes her a full minute to recognise herself.
Wayne liked the idea of hiding something within, a little surprise to be discovered by whoever was lucky (or unlucky) enough to receive that particular slice of pie.
It was raining and he was sad and tall. He was waiting for the Facebook woman to appear, it was all arranged.
The gourmand had eaten everything. Former restaurant reviewer for the local newspaper, he was as familiar with sautéed crickets as with eel bladders and haggis.