Mary couldn’t feel the cold, though her sister complained it was freezing. Perhaps she was warm from all […]
Category Archive: Fiction
9th October 2002 – Mum made us watch Neighbours again today; I mean the TV show by the […]
The residents of Mrs Craddock’s seaside boarding house all agreed that the gentleman lately installed in room 13 […]
I was working late in the library translating an old manuscript when the blackouts first rolled in. The […]
Winter Josué took a revolver to the border with four bullets in his fist: 9mm, 10mm, 22mm, […]
I’m running through the cold shallows then a low dive and I’m under, opening my eyes to the […]
…any kind of mixture that does not in some way or other possess measure of the nature of […]
No, mate. Whatever she’s told you’s rubbish. You don’t know the half of it. Guess what they say […]
The machine is a shining oblong, with a slant of window running along one side. Through this, a […]
On the morning of the 26th Mr. Withers sits at his kitchen table spreading chocolate truffles on toast. […]