The weight of the city. A narrow room, with a window at the end. A pile of books underneath a…
This is how it begins. The cab driver. The first day of October.
The cab driver. Jay Exe. The car gathered the first glaze of frost as the early hours came. He crossed one road, then another, blinking into the…
Is this a true story? Yes, of course it is.
A Futuristic Fable of Revenge
I had that sinking feeling again. She’d asked me to leave. Not the ideal end to a first date. She had as much to drink as I…
Death Message
You don't want to do it. Nobody does. You were called in. Not suitable for the radio. Nobody else can be expected to do it.
You sit down and read the text of the message. Dry words. Dry words with a great meaning. A life-changing meaning. The briefest details and a contact number. The…
Keys rattled outside the door. Maria flinched. He came in. She heard him chuck the keys into the dish on the shelf by the door. A…
I held my coat by the hood. Mummy was running her fingers around the seams. Mummy was having a no cuddles…