Human Connections

Her son was always 4; born on the 14th of June. His name was Robert (sometimes Hugo—once even Sam) and he’d have soft light brown curls and green eyes full of wonder.

A character profile of a woman in her late thirties. The calm and pleasing exterior hides a broken interior. Slowly but surely an innocent mistake turns into a sinister premonition.

Human Connections was written in May 2019 on a business trip to Singapore, mainly during one lonesome lunch at the Orchard.