Tag Archives: Fiction

The Girl with Autumn-Red Hair

Posted on May 13, 2018 by

Or Miss Perceive, a Story in Three Acts (i) “Stop!” he called. “What?” she asked though she carried on walking. “Stop. Please. Right there.” “Do what?” she asked. “That’s it, love. Great.” “Excuse me?” “I just had to take a photo … Continue reading →

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Slipping, Slipping. Dead

Posted on April 22, 2018 by

John’s girlfriend dumps him. Gutted, he wants to die. Going homing on his motorbike with rain on the road on a hot summer’s night, he weaves in and out of the long run of traffic. A car coming towards him, … Continue reading →

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The King’s Beer

Posted on September 27, 2016 by

Bregan’s cuckold ‘father’ has been blaming the Darkness for his delay in taking Bregan to his sister, the King’s Wife, where she’s to inherit the craft—but when a stranger arrives out of this Darkness everything changes . . . Read on. … Continue reading →

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Julia’s Ghost

Posted on January 28, 2015 by

Julia had struggled to grasp the concept: that the trip to Destination wasn’t a physical journey but a receipt of impersonal memories. And now she’s experienced it . . . ?   “I saw a man.” I don’t believe how calmly I said it. “It … Continue reading →

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The Librarian

Posted on March 29, 2014 by

An unusual short story. Distraught, that’s what she was. Distraught at the very sight of this, these wicked piles of utter disorder. What had happened to cause it, this chaos? But whatever it was, it wasn’t her business to worry … Continue reading →

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More on Angels

Posted on November 27, 2012 by

At risk of labouring, I realise I gave no introductory blurb to The Angel in the Park. It just is there. Whack. So, belatedly . . . When I first wrote Angel in the Park it was as the first … Continue reading →

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The Angel in the Park

Posted on November 26, 2012 by

Friday . . . I flew through the door, so excited, waiting to tell Bill of what had happened. I didn’t hang up my jacket but threw it on the bed, dropped down beside it and addressed the floppy eared … Continue reading →

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