It was my first rodeo. I had met a girl in Spain from Arkansas. She had sent me two letters saying that she thought about me often and that if I was ever in the southern states to look her up. The noon sun was pure – white heat...
Category - Short Story
A Novella – In Parts The Premise: First Bus, a south west bus company, issue digital bus tickets through their mobile app. I buy a weekly ticket to get to work and back. In order to prevent fraud and other naughtiness...
If I ever go on an adventure, I would choose a bear as my companion. Nobody really knows when they will need to go on an adventure. It’s impossible to predict. One minute you are doing your homework, the next you are thrashing...
He had heard it from the butcher’s boy who had heard it from the rag and bone man. The rag and bone man had been trying to convince the butcher’s boy to buy the wheels from a perambulator he had picked up in Blissford from a...
A man lived alone in a concrete tower block. He wanted to remain alone. The angles of the tower were aggressive and forcefully juxtaposed. The concrete had been hammered into predatory ridges. The man found it impossible...
The path has tracked the river for miles. Straight and unwavering, without deviation. No detour made around an immovable geographical feature, no alternative route trampled by foraging animals, no hastily carved track to...
The insects had been killed on the way to the miniature model village. Victims of circumstance, splatted upon the car windscreen by forces incomprehensible to them. It was raining now too. Pinhead domes, light-carriers from the...
Mrs R. Adams was married. She had no children. She had flat feet, a fondness for éclairs and a hurried excitable laugh that sounded like a wren’s warble. She also had a weight in her and longed for it to be lifted. It...
A mist rolls in across the sea, billowing and thickening around the jagged spines of off-shore rock. Two men, hunched into a crevice on the largest of these rocky outcrops, are smoking roll-up cigarettes. The bluish hue of the...
TV Eye The wine glass slipped from her hand, bounced once on the carpet before rolling a couple of times on its base. Bending down, Linda took the thin stem between her fingers and stood up. It was eleven in the morning and she...