short story


Nothing can go wrong

We kissed on a Monday in a night club. We danced to Jay-Z. You took my hand and we walked together to the stop of my night bus.


The Ministry

I can see no road signs that can tell me what bit of London I am now in. Tall Victorian walls surround me so I can’t see far ahead. The darkness is thickening like vegetable soup.


Go Gentle Into That Good Night

“Are you asking me about love?” said the old man in a slow and deep grumbled voice. By now, he was used to people asking him of such lofty subjects. Age brings a face that beckons to be asked questions.


Short story: Disappearance

“You’re my older sister. You should know better. And all these books you’re reading; don’t they tell you whether there is a god or not?”


The Former Sports Star

“Some people belong in school.” The former sports star grinned annoyingly as he stood at the bar with his upper body wrapped in a…