writing – Billy Bronco is telling you

Lifa at half past two

Lately, I have had a lot of alone time. I have always enjoyed spending time by myself. Have time to think. Time to ponder. Time to talk to my cat and myself. Saturdays are the best days for alone time, although I am alone all the other days too, but Saturdays are the best. AContinue reading “Lifa at half past two”

Closure

I dreamed about my dad for the first time in my life last night. In the dream he was seriously ill, but exactly as I have seen him in pictures. I was just a child when he left this world, so I don’t remember him very well in real life. I never really got toContinue reading “Closure”

The Night Manager

It was the middle of the night. I was standing outside in the street down in the harbour quarter and the blood was flowing fresh from the cut in my skull. The cut was about 5 inches long and razor sharp. I thought it was a bit strange that there was so much blood inContinue reading “The Night Manager”

Burn after reading

Andrew was back in the office after two weeks in Asia. Often, people go to Bangkok or Phuket when they travel to Asia, but not Andrew. He had told some funny stories from his previous visits to Bangkok. This time he had ridden a motorbike up to Sop Ruak, also known as The Golden Triangle, where Thailand,Continue reading “Burn after reading”

A new duck in the pond

It is already autumn. At least late summer. It’s almost a month since I quit my job to become a full-time writer. If not a true author yet, then at least I conduct research for a book project I have been working on for some time. All my working life I have had problems getting up inContinue reading “A new duck in the pond”

An offer I could refuse

We were in Queens and visited my girlfriend’s family. Her uncle was originally from Sicily and had worked as an accountant in New York his entire adult life. He was now retired and a little forgetful in his old days. His background as a Sicilian accountant and my penchant for old mafia movies played outContinue reading “An offer I could refuse”