Atar Hadari

Mar 062014
The Case of the Missing Instrument

by Atar Hadari
Marty sat with a pint at one of the thick brown benches outside the NFT and realised he’d no idea where his instrument was. He had been down to Gabriel’s Wharf for his tea and eaten a greasy crepe whose traces had left stains all along his palms. He could feel the grease when he rolled his hands on the dark counter. He scanned the quarter mile each side of him and considered where the flute might be. [read more...]