The Marriage Lottery
I awoke on a park bench. There was a wedding party by the fountain, they usually came here for the picture shoot after the ceremony. I sat up and squinted to get a clear look at the bride. I was engaged once, working in an office, free coffee, lottery pool, we had everything. It was… Continue reading
An Anglo-Indian diarist and fantasist. I played guitar in a rock band until destiny took to me to Barcelona where I had a horrific motorcycle accident and took to composing outlandish stories while lying on my death bed. Fortunately, I was in the wrong bed.
The sequence of these events is almost certainly correct and most of the facts are indisputable.