Kohl has not borne the witterings of occasional girlfriends for nothing. Sometimes he listens. Shocking, he knows ( Read more... )

Out in the rain, it was almost as if it was yesterday, an hour ago, five minutes ago, happening right now.

A goddess flitting past him, down the street.

"You're David Kohl, aren't you?"

"I'm whatever you say I am."He had been young then. Very young. Innocent to a degree ( Read more... )

The memories hit him. His own. With Her it's easier than usual to remember them.

Years ago. Yesterday She says.

It's just another night to start with. Another night at some club. And you can't end the night alone. It's just not done ( Read more... )

Amid the gut-wrenching agony, Kohl's head swings round instinctively to catch the delightful Scout Niblett turn very much into The Artist Formerly Known As Scout Niblett ( Read more... )

...and into another. Right where he should have been before getting sidetracked. And the world didn't seem to notice he was gone ( Read more... )

Tonight was the night ( Read more... )