Courier
_ **Courier** _ I had a problem. A big one. So carried away, so firmly in the thrall of tourist mode, I'd managed to lose my bearings completely. Certainly, I was no stranger to wandering off and going astray during holiday expeditions, but this was...
Dream Big
_ **Dream Big** _ "Take one capsule with food once every 24 hours," Corben read from the back of his supplement package, turning it over to re-read the product tagline. "Omniflex: The gym in a pill." He set it down, shortly before parking his own...
Knock Knock
_ **Knock Knock** _ 'Cut through the apartment complex Danny, they said. It'll shave ten minutes off your walk to the station, they said. Man, _they_ were chattin' some utter shite with all that. Never mind this place being a maze of identical three...
Connections
_ **Connections** _ A heavy barge sent me staggering forward down the entrance slope. The will of my shoe rubber alone stopped me tumbling completely. I missed the culprit; too busy preventing myself from ploughing through the crowd and onto the...
Special Delivery
_ **Special Delivery** _ Morozovo. Fuckin' Morozovo. Of all the places to get transferred over to. They couldn't have moved me any further north without pushing me out of Zelengorod entirely. I'd been driving flatout for almost an hour already, and...
Gameface: Part 4 (Final)
_ **Part 4** _ I decided to skip our usual post-match ritual long before the final whistle. Usually, I'd have been only too happy to help celebrate a win at the pub with my teammates, especially against a team flying high in the league. Not that day....
Gameface: Part 3
_ **Part 3** _ We broke. Everything that needed to be said, had been. Fifteen of us went our own ways, jogging into our starting positions. The five waiting in reserve joined Coach and Tomas on the bench, Damian included. Our referee for the day, a...
Gameface: Part 2
_ **Part 2** _ Sunday morning. Gameday. Biting cold, with blue skies. The heavy rain we'd had since Thursday had finally moved on, but not without leaving a calling card by way of drenched, muddy parkland. Even the gravel paths were more slick than...
Gameface: Part 1
_ **Gameface** _ _ **Part 1** _ "You've got to have _something_," I insisted, peering past my menu. "Just a little dessert?" "No!" Sam called from his table atop mine. A table roughly the size of my wallet and not much taller. "I'm good,...
Date Pandas: Part 4 (Final)
_ **Part 4** _ "You're looking awfully small on that bed, little 'panda." Marek's taunting singing echoed across the room, almost as loud as the stomping steps he took to work his trousers from his huge legs, revealing briefs that left little to the...
Date Pandas: Part 3
_ **Part 3** _ We departed from the coffee shop once Marek had finished his Charkava. Not a fast process, even once we'd got done stroking one another. We spoke on for the longest time, about things I didn't even know I could speak that long...
Date Pandas: Part 2
_ **Part 2** _ The bus screeched to a halt. I'd chosen the worst moment possible to check my phone. I shot down the aisle. Grabbed for, but missed the support pole. My hip struck a backrest. The rest of me barged some poor old goat standing from...