Author: Michael Flett

It is a small town, a safe town, the welcome sign outside Palacios in rural Argentina dubbing it “where nothing bad can happen,” the local diner a hangout

A hat stand adorned with scarf, top hat and requisite deerstalker, a small writing desk and many lit candles, on the mantelpiece, on the upright piano, on the

He is a genial, jovial and dapper host, with just a hint of the sinister, tall and slender Jonathan Laury lurking in the shadowy basement, red lit and

Fargo, North Dakota, “the friendliest city in North America,” so long as you fit narrow definitions of who is on who is welcome at the ball game and

The summer of 1986 and Penny and her friends have graduated high school, she preparing to leave for the city where she will start her law degree but

It is an outback town of barbed wired fences, shut-down mills and closed minds, electricity pylons stretching to the promise of a distant horizon which can never be

A carved wooden chair, ornate but austere, with a single thin cushion, strictly practical rather than for comfort or relaxation, his papers on the table held in place

In the darkness, without visual clues to distract or fixate upon, only voices, there is no pretence, there is no hiding, there is only the shared experience of

It’s the end of the season and there’s a lot to squeeze in on the recap finale of Real Housewives with all of the drama and all of

With gentle blues music drifting over the stage empty other than a single lean-to of timber, enter stage left two men and a plank, negotiating corners, chairs and