A Hair’s Breadth, Part 3

VI. The man, looking disheveled in a rumpled blue shirt, grimaces as he tries to sit up in a dimly-lit room. The place stinks of stale cigarette…


A Hair’s Breadth, Part 2

IV. Sitting in front of her computer, which she had packed along with other essential items the previous evening, Carla half-heartedly makes a few…


A Hair’s Breadth, Part 1

I. “Mu….m! Mu…m!” a little voice cries out from the backyard. But apparently mum is busy on the phone, in the living room. It’s her husband calling…