Tomorrow's Vig

The Whale

Black and white pencil sketch of a galleon floating down Oxford Street

Artemmm!” I heard the desperation in the scream from my pensioner neighbor and flung myself up the stairs to the roof. Bursting through the door, there she was, petrified and pointing up Shaftsbury Avenue. My eyes followed her finger until I saw what she saw. “My god!” A whale of a boat was sailing—no, floating—down […]