Here They Are
Here They Come
In the Dark
Where We Were When The Lights Went Out
Shoring Up The Bar
Keeping Afloat
The Hanging Gardens
Performance Anxiety
Summer Holiday
World On Fire
Hunters And Traps
Accidental Damage
Walk, Don't Run
Tourist Trap
I knew there were tourists by the size of their engine. Their ship streak across the horizon, with a buzz somewhere between a motorbike and an old lawnmower. A patron at the bar rolled her eyes. They arrived wearing sunglasses and holding hands, and ordered drinks with umbrellas and pineapple in hurricane glasses.
