Tiny Dancer 

I was in unfamiliar territory as I drunk my tea; 1920s New York to be precise. Taking a moment from Jay and Daisy's drama I was drawn back into a town which felt just as unfamiliar. The lack of dancing flapper girls was made up for by the equal lack of such ego-centrism. She passed… Continue reading Tiny Dancer 


Coffee to go

I asked if anyone was next to her or if I could sit there. She looked me up and down to consider if I had merited the seat. She relished the thought of having a stranger in such close proximity much like one might a cold bath. Sure, sometimes needs must but that didn't mean… Continue reading Coffee to go