When the Sparrow Falls

by Neil Sharpson

to see if this was murder, or something worse.

I realised that she had probably never been in a car that had been driven by a human being. “It’s quite safe,” I whispered.

Brandy and the fire had gifted me with the patience and beneficence of a Buddha, and I let it pass.

nonetheless had a bullet hole in his head that I had always suspected to have been a contributing factor in his death.