I’ve known a few people who loved the wrong thing so completely that by the time they understood what it had cost them, there was nothing left. It’s a long, slow destruction. Until the person standing there at the end of it isn’t anything like the person who started. Jegudiel was one of those. I’m […]
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I’ve been putting this one off. Not because I don’t know what to write. Because I know too much, and case files are supposed to maintain a certain distance, and distance is a thing that becomes increasingly difficult when the subject has your number and uses it. We’ll get to that. Conn O’Cuinn. Celtic Soldier
Conn O’Cuinn: Three hundred years and counting Read More »
There’s a little boy on the Tube in the 90s. One, maybe two years old. Jam on his face. Waving a crumpled ticket in his fist. His mother’s head is lolling against the window, her hijab slipping. He reaches up with both hands—small hands, still soft—and pats it down. Only one sees him do it
Billy Nadig: Just Billy Read More »
The first thing you should know is that he makes excellent coffee. The kind that comes from caring about the result more than you’re supposed to, given everything else on your plate. He thinks about the blend. He thinks about the grind. He thinks about what the person on the other side of the cup
Soren Huxford: A man who doesn’t miss Read More »
Information sheds weight as it travels. Names drop off first. Then dates. Then certainty. What’s left are phrases that don’t quite belong to anyone anymore. Copied, translated, misfiled, and passed along just because. Conn O’Cuinn got his hands on Carver’s file about Tazia. At that point, she’s just a girl nosing around his patch wanting
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