Category Archives: Valentine and the Japanese Catfish Girl

When my mood is just so, and I close my eyes, I have a certain memory, it is not a thinking memory, more a feeling memory. It is not a memory that ever visits me during the daytime. It is a night memory, without words, for these feelings have no words; it is of a nature more primeval and primitive than that, before logic, as you and I know it. Continue reading →

Valentine awoke to the sound of his alarm, which, like a revving engine, was drilling holes into his head. Keeping his eyes firmly shut against the gloomy light, he put out his hand absent-mindedly to turn it off. Three words … Continue reading →

Entering the café, Valentine scanned the room for Susan. He was early and she wasn’t yet there. The room had a warm quiet atmosphere, for which he was thankful. At the few occupied tables, the people were talking in hushed … Continue reading →

As he stared out of the window at the passing pedestrian traffic, Valentine felt the full force of his headache coming back. It was beginning to rain outside. He watched the spots appear on the sidewalk and the  umbrellas opening … Continue reading →

It was deep night and a cold damp mist hung in the air, the absence of breeze, itself a presence. In Valentine’s apartment, the television had been left on with the sound turned down. On the screen, advertisements showing women … Continue reading →

It was an ordinary Monday in the city; the time of catching the bus home from work, umbrella in hand, black or grey suit, black and grey sky. A drizzle had been falling from the dark sky all day onto … Continue reading →

Miss Loretto and Scales Malone left the Ramen Miranda at exactly 3:27pm without ever tasting the inside of a soup bowl, quietly slipping out the back door. Scales new that, what he had  here in the form of this Miss … Continue reading →