Sublime

It was after three encores, after the applause and the flowers thrown onto the platform by an excited group of schoolgirls, that Heini thought of Ruth again. She always waited for him wherever he played – unobtrusive, quiet, but so very pretty, standing close by so that he could smile at her and claim her, but never crowding in when people wanted t

“You can’t live in this town, Maya, you can only survive it.”

That would be like the lamb handing a knife to the butcher.

meticulous

‘Maybe he was a millionaire,’ Steve says. ‘Did he look flush?’ ‘Not that I noticed. Like I said: nothing special.’ ‘What would a millionaire be doing in a kip like this?’ the old lad demands. ‘Looking for a proper pint,’ the barman says with dignity. ‘If he’d’ve found one, he’d’ve come back.’ ‘Has he been?’ Steve asks. ‘No. Only saw either of them

grok,”

Kira

himself: I am going to plagiarize my friend who was murdered by the Nazis.

The world smelled of unshared caramel candy and dust and beeswax. Everything was broken; I knew that. But I felt like I could fix it if I just kept singing. And so I kept singing. It is good to have a talent in this world.