Carrot Celery Soup You're watching the telly… or a movie…. You, the viewer, know that the brutal, rapist/serial killer is sitting on the living room sofa holding a long, razor-sharp knife… Waiting patiently. It's late; a dark, moonless night. The woman comes home, unlocks the door and walks into her house.  She puts her keys down, hangs up her coat and wanders into the kitchen.  She tosses her phone onto … Continue reading →