THE APIA HARBOUR BLUES
Katie’s eyes moved from the boxy television, filled with pixelated green grass and a zigzagging soccer ball, to the legions of mosquitoes on the dirty ceiling, and then back again.
That’d be right. She thought. I’ll get dengue fever on the way home. Then, Is killing mosquitoes technically un-vegan?
Katie had woken up on the wrong side of the bed again, quite literally. The hotel room’s bed listed severely towards the bedside table. It was
