M is for Myg

I can’t stop thinking about him.

There’s something about him that stays with me, long after we’ve finished our espressos and said buona notte.

I’ve an obsessive need to know more. His accent, his mannerisms–he’s from the old country. How did he get here? Why? And how did he manage to get employment in Little Philadelphia’s only barber shop when the man can’t cut grass evenly? Read more

There’s a new stranger in Little Philly now.

I’d dropped by Doc Moody’s office to give her an additional 27,000 L for an emergency phone session when I first bumped into him. I didn’t think much of it. At first. Read more

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“You’re back?” the doc seemed surprised to see me, especially with pants on.

I couldn’t help it, I did sort of have a crush on this guy. Maybe it was that “I haven’t slept, I’ve been on call for the last 127 hours, take your shirt off - now” look in his eye, but the truth was I really did have a medical reason for being there.

“I need a blood test.” Read more

I wasn’t having a good night. Again.

After my strange and narrow escape from another potentially disasterous scene at Porn Stars, I’d found myself in a heap at her feet. I never would have expected to find myself here. Not in a million years. Read more

“You’re safe here, Myg.” she said.

But it was damn hard to believe her with Vanny leering at me like that. Read more

Blood… flesh… peace… my mind tumbles… no thought lasts in my head…

driven by the thirst…

I am hunting her. Why?–I don’t know. Or do I?–do I? … Voices echo in my head.
Are they mine? Yours? Who is this? Get out of my head! … silence … fear … freedom. Read more

Fog rolled off the city like a fat woman from an old couch, and I watched it through sticky waking up eyes. I no longer felt at home in this place, though this time at least I knew exactly where I was. It was who I was that I was having trouble with. Read more