Stephan sits back in his chair and tries to make his head comfortable. The muscles on the right of his neck ache slightly, it’s impossible to get comfortable back here in cattle class. Stephan had asked them what the “current economic climate” had to do with his nine o’clock tomorrow, but to no avail. He [...]
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Airborne
Posted in Fiction, Short on February 8, 2011 | 1 Comment »
Your hair
Posted in Fiction, Short on April 16, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Lucy sits in the bar watching you talk. Each time you move your hands, I see Lucy’s eyes flick to your fingertips. She looks as though she isn’t looking, you won’t notice. But she keeps checking. You push your right hand through your hair, and I see Lucy sigh and look away. What does she [...]
Jim at Gym
Posted in Fiction, Short on January 15, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Liz didn’t want to go to gym, not after last night’s conversation with Barbara. Liz had mentioned Jim, hadn’t she, but she hadn’t meant to. It was… It was just an idle thought that crossed her mind. Why she had voiced it to Barbara last night, she would never know. Liz had simply asked, “so, [...]
Sitting in my dressing gown
Posted in Fiction, Short on January 1, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Sitting at my dining table, on a cold December morning. My padded dressing gown keeping the chair and the cold away from me. How did I get to this moment? This melancholic, brain-deadening moment? I suppose it is from a peek, the merest glimpse, behind that old Wizard of Oz curtain. A slight view of [...]
Street party
Posted in Fiction, Short on June 13, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Sandra put her arm out of the kitchen window. A couple of tiny raindrops landed on her hand. IT IS NOT GOING TO RAIN. She didn’t really know who she was thinking this to. She hadn’t been to church since last summer when she’d tried to will the vicar into helping with the tombola. Sandra [...]
Amber
Posted in Fiction, Short on May 19, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Amber lay on the sloping bank, her feet cooling in the river. She looked across the river to a house. A dragonfly hovered in front of her nose. Dragonflies do live up to their name, she thought. They seem so old. Amber felt old, too old to be lusting after young boys, well, young men. [...]
Girl in a brown dress
Posted in Fiction, Short on November 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
She is sitting opposite her boyfriend. She is wearing a brown, lightly patterned figure hugging dress and knee high leather boots which match the thin black strap around her neck. She looks worried behind her glasses. Her chin dimples. She casually puts her hand on his forearm. He flexes his muscles as she touches him [...]
Gary and Fern
Posted in Fiction, Short on May 10, 2008 | 7 Comments »
“Fern?”“Yeah, Gary?”“Fern, you’ve excreted some formic acid over here.”“Sorry, Gary.” There was a pause while Fern walked over and took a look, “Oh man, sorry Gary, I feel so ashamed. Eat me now. Seriously eat me now.” I looked at Fern, an ant who had hopped off a bus and into my life. Hi, I’m [...]
Instructions
Posted in Fiction, Short on October 1, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
He walks in, flicks the light, picks up the post, puts it on the tray and closes the door behind him. He steps forward and cocks his head slightly, is she home? He walks down towards the kitchen, there is a sign on the cooker. “Gas Mark 6″ He puts his coat on the hook [...]
You move your hand
Posted in Fiction, Short on September 24, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
You move your hand and realise that there’s something on it. It’s spider’s web. You break it. It must have got on you when you walked near that tree. The web isn’t just on your hand. It was stretching up to your shoulder. It’s in your hair. Your hand is up to your hair instantly [...]
