I’ll Always Have Chiang Mai

A blind date comes to a surprising conclusion.

A whiff of coriander wafts from the restaurant ventilator. Its clear heady smell combines with car fumes and oil frying. The night market in Chiang Mai. No, not tonight. I should never have agreed to meet in a Thai restaurant, should have known there would be too many associations.

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Writer and Self-Publisher. Author of The Slave, Suburban Terrors and Not Wisely but Too Well. You’ll find my books on Smashwords and me on Facebook and Twitter.

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