John Baker’s Blog

Danny had the English disease and began his days with a ritual designed, not to cure it, but to make its indignities bearable. He left Jody in bed and swilled his face with water from the cold tap in the bathroom. He scratched the sleep from the corners of his eyes and poked at the [...]

Danny couldn’t believe it when Turner came around. He remembered his first sighting of him, swaying in the doorway to their house. Big shoulders and he wore his hair long, then. A dirty silk scarf around his neck, the rogue’s smile planted on his face.
‘Well isn’t this cozy,’ he’d said. ‘Get the bottle out, girl, [...]