The Monster (memoir excerpt)

The little fucker was giving me the evil eye! I could sense his little reptilian brain planning his attack. His evilness was palpable, he was pretending to look forwards, oblivious of my presence, but I knew, I knew! The bastard was just waiting for his moment to pounce. I was approaching from behind, cautious yet

A Poisoned Glass of Water

“I’m thirsty” my mother said, “go down to the kitchen and get me a glass of water.” I didn’t like the idea, in fact it scared the shit out of me, the kitchen was dark and had huge windows which framed even darker, unknown regions of the night. I was seven years old, our kitchen,