Guilty dog

Master

The morning after they decided to end things, she walked idly through the snow in the park behind their house. Exercise, she had told herself. It would help. She had petitioned the dog to come with her, and, after assessing the snow outside the house with one gingerly placed paw, the dog had decided to keep her company. The exercise …

The Museum In The Kitchen

The Museum In The Kitchen

When you are growing up, you notice how your parents have odd stuff. And by odd, I don’t mean a British policeman’s helmet made out of pink leather, or a taxidermied weasel wearing a tuxedo. I mean odd in the way that it is the only one of its kind. Mugs and teacups, notably. Your parents might have six mugs …