Agent S was sitting in a dingy hotel room staring at his service revolver on the table in front of him. The hotel was in a nondescript part of a town in a tiny, neutral country (Z) that bordered his … Continue reading →

‘Any sauce, sir?’ asks the ice-cream man. Marlon shakes his head. He takes his ice-cream neat. All his dessert buddies know that! Tub in hand, he spoons the mint choc chip into his mouth. Smacking his lips, he says to … Continue reading →