As the pale afternoon slips into a grey evening, the tide will begin to rise. Far too early for that, the more observant of you may notice. In fact, the beach will be devoid of lobstrocities today, shrouded instead with thousands of deep red roses. Just the blossoms. The heads. The petals ( Read more... )

Some of the heat that has warmed the city for the past few weeks has dissipated a little, becoming a little cooler, a little clammier. Muggy. There’s a very thin, barely-there sort of mist hanging low in the streets, not the thick, all-obscuring fog that, in the past, preceded blood and murder but something faint and light ( Read more... )