View From The Top Of The Tank

(Illustration by A. Peter) That night there was a tap on my bedroom door. Genie came in and watched me pack my suitcase. It was ...

(Illustration by A. Peter) The day after Christmas I stared at the wasted bodies. Fish had too much mulled wine and were bobbing...

Starry night. Christmas is here. Joy to the world (Illustration by A. Peter) We stared at the little head, peeping out of the basket...

I jumped out of bed. I had guests. One tiny insect and a large human. They needed tea. Morning chai. (Photo Credit: A. Peter) I w...

“What are you thinking about, sweetie?” I looked up. Norbert was hanging on to the outside of the net window. He had been visiting me oft...

Ticket for the play  (Photo by A. Peter) Weeks ago, soon after our supposed rapprochement, Fish called me to say they wanted to go for ...

As much as I tried, I couldn’t get past that heavy feeling in my gut. I had made a mess of things. Even if I had shared a noncommittal ...

So the goings on at the CBI have the Fish aflutter. They called me to discuss my clichés. “You’ve got to give them up,” Gregory said. He...