Category Archives: Published Work

It was a tedious, exhausting journey. No point in asking if we were nearly there yet; we were always nearly there, just as we were always nearly rich, nearly united, nearly content.  But soon we were slithering joyfully down the … Continue reading →

“It just isn’t working.” “I know.” His dirt-ingrained fingers rake through his grizzled grey hair. “The fertiliser’s feckin’ useless these days, so the crops can’t thrive… and while they’re sanitising insecticides to the point where they no longer work, pests … Continue reading →

If he saw me at all, it was only through an up-turned wine- glass. In truth, I was just a listening head.  And even then, his eyes would drift, scanning for a wider audience.  He probably told himself my silence … Continue reading →

Morticia sighed as she detached the vampiric kitten from her neck and floated across the shop to remonstrate with the ectoplasm in the corner. “Put those books back where you found them” she said, slapping the part that most closely … Continue reading →

Nobody except me remembers how it started, though none of us will ever forget how it ended. Poised on the brink, arms outstretched, head tucked, cheers echoing off the cliff faces surrounding the shallow pool, and his lithe body gleaming … Continue reading →

Robin believes everyone needs a place to call their own. Somewhere away from city folk and their incessant screaming, their clutching hands hanging onto their miserable existences. Robin wonders if anything can compare with climbing the hillside at the end … Continue reading →

Making a living cleaning other people’s houses is bad enough; having to shift so much junk before you can even start the job is the icing on the frigging cake. “It all means something special to me,” the old girl … Continue reading →

Passed the old school just now.  Gotta say my artwork’s still lookin’ good. I signed it Baz Woz Ere! I’m not Baz.  That’s my mate.  Landed him a heap of trouble, that. My talent paid off though.  Got me sharp … Continue reading →

Promise us, our men said on leaving, that if… when they arrive, you will kill yourselves before they have you. We promised; we’d heard the rumours. With little to do but wait, we huddled for warmth, and speculated on alternatives. … Continue reading →

It’s a habit, cooking for two, even though you’re long gone, Edward. But now my neighbour is sitting in your chair, waistband undone, buttons agape on his shirt, tenderly rubbing his socked toes against each other in an act of … Continue reading →