: About Me

Clouds of steam rose from the ornate basin, drawing a thin veil across the mirror above it, and intensifying the already stifling midday bake of an Egyptian heatwave. The ceiling fan in the adjoining bedroom turned pointlessly; the air-con unit whirred close to useless. Ludo cuffed a window in the mirror so he could see his face, and noticed with disinterest that his eyes were of different shades, something he'd missed until now. He then drew the curved blade of the dagger across his wrist, deeply, as second attempts were clumsy and inconvenient. Dark red blood was released in a torrent, b...