Samuel BestBaggageA short story about travel, terrorism, and airport drinking.Mar 24, 20201Mar 24, 20201
Samuel BestAmmitIt began with a flash of lightning, far out at sea, though it would end in a different kind of tempest. I was stood in my garden calling…Aug 14, 2019Aug 14, 2019
Samuel BestLa ForêtThe night was calm and still, a light fog creeping through the forest towards the open field André was watching. The drop was late. He was…Nov 27, 2018Nov 27, 2018
Samuel BestHaunted ShoreWhen I was a boy, maybe eight or nine years old, I would often trek the long walk through farmers’ fields down to the little beach. That…Oct 25, 2018Oct 25, 2018
Samuel BestThe Tall HouseThe only sounds were the boy’s tapping footsteps and the occasional swirl of wind. Orange leaves spun past him, then a new noise began: a…Sep 17, 20181Sep 17, 20181
Samuel BestHeatwaveWhen the heatwave started we flocked to the beaches, the parks, the beer gardens. Two weeks, the forecast predicted. Two weeks of suntans…Aug 13, 2018Aug 13, 2018
Samuel BestSerialI don’t know why I return to the scenes of crimes. I suppose you could analyse it and say something about enjoying the chaos, the disorder…Jul 12, 2018Jul 12, 2018
Samuel BestFloridaThe argument had started the same day they moved in. An old song with new lyrics.Jun 10, 20182Jun 10, 20182
Samuel BestSwansThe boy had a glass bottle in one hand and a rock in the other. Like a tennis player, he tested the weight of the rock before…May 17, 2018May 17, 2018