Thrust, parry. Thrust, parry. Thrust, parry.
We retreat to our safe spaces and eye each other warily. My opponent is dangerous and obviously well trained in the nuances of one-on-one combat. They have the slight positional upper hand but so far they have not launched an all out attack. They have been happy to remain safely out of my reach taking sporadic pot shots in order to test my defence.
Read MoreIt’s Friday, the day after The Bad News, and you arrive to work a little bit early, naively hoping that everything will be alright today.
'Jerry’s in.' Matt says with a heaviness in his voice that tells you much more than words could ever do.
Read MoreDon't let the name fool you. The Transition Team is where people go to die.
Metaphorically speaking at least. They don't actually kill them. That would be against the departmental code of conduct.
Read MoreThe bus eased in to the station and I bolted out the door, forgetting to touch my card to cancel my trip but I had more important things on my mind than losing $10.
I was about to lose my lunch all over the bus stop floor. And walls.
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