She knew she was being watched. It had been going on since she’d moved into the neighborhood. Eyes peering from between the blinds as she jogged down the street, towards the park. She could only imagine the words being muttered as she jogged past each house. Slut. Tramp. Whore. Lips pressed together in a tight smile she closed her eyes briefly and mentally brushed the imagined insults from her thoughts.  It never paid to...

The Green Light Tavern. I’d had this vision of the place being bathed in emerald light, sort of like in the Wizard of Oz. It was, in that regard, somewhat disappointing, being boringly normal. The legendary green light turned out to be a green shade on a table lamp behind the bar. This was what I’d travelled a few thousand miles to see? That wasn’t the real reason I was here, though. It had been a whim that brought me to...

Maybe the molly was a mistake but, at the time, it had felt like a good idea and it probably would have been if I had limited it to one pill. Or hadn’t followed that up with a tab of acid adorned with a big yellow smiley face.  There was a moment, several moments in fact, of doubt but then that indescribable feeling of liquid love started rolling through my veins like honey and all was forgotten beyond the here and the no...