He arrived in the middle of the night, banging on their door in the midst of a raging storm. Windy gusts lashed the windows, tree branches scraping the panes. It brought her and her parents barefoot down the creaking stairs,…
It’s 5:40AM. I’m woken by the door buzzer ringing. Zulejka shoots into hiding (as cats do). I sit up in bed, groggy. Damn alcohol-infested jerks! I lie back down. I live above a pub; sometimes revelers decide it’s time to…
I came home from running the other day and my key wouldn’t work in the building door. Everyone’s gone through that first moment when the key doesn’t turn. You jiggle it, pull it out, confirm that it is–yes–the right key,…
Cat Zulejka here. If you don’t know me, educate yourself below: I am the most beautiful cat ever. Not even flowers can compare. Confirm: I have claws that can drive fear into the fiercest heart: And I am capable of…
This week, the darkness is on haitus. You get a lucky escape. And rather than a book review, you get pictures of Prague from my walk home from my swing dance class. Because occasionally I’m in a social mood–only, since…