Ironically it was a second punch that woke me up. Carly had found me slumped on a bench in the park and had decided to beat me back to consciousness. Bless her heart.   Apparently I had been gone for most of the afternoon, and … Continue reading Hubris McLeod – Part 2

“Wake the hell up!”   It's not the most polite greeting but it does its job. As my eyes creaked open I was presented with the silhouette of my guest. A young girl stood before me, her dark eyes folded into a frown that was … Continue reading Hubris McLeod – Part 1