Cold feet, Goosebumps all over and a thin veil of smoke around me. These were the least of my worries… more important was the dread – icy cold, lead heavy dread that slowly wraps itself around my heart. Its tentacle like fingers advanced when I was absorbed elsewhere and when they had the whole pulsating thing in their grip, they gave it such a major squeeze, I never recovered from it. That cold dread had become a part of my days and the evenings and the nights. I waited for the inevitable, because I knew it was coming. Even on

The Interview

  She was nervous and fidgety as she rode the escalator. What if he screamed, refused the interview and threw her out? Don’t be silly. He won’t recognize you. What if he did? He wouldn’t. Celebrity Reporter Dianne Cooper’s stylized self bore no resemblance to the disguised, teenaged DeeCee he had met. She had ascended in life. But then, so had he! For the last five years, she had carried the guilt of having used him. It had been a one off incident. But, its memory kept her awake at night sometimes. She pushed the image of his beckoning, lecherous