A homeless man asks for change. The next day he asks you again, in the same place. He has a different face. A local approaches you and chats like you’re old friends. You ask how long they’ve lived here. “I don’t,” they say. “You?” You look at them blankly. You’re not from around here either. […]Read more "Bournemouth Gothic"
“Hey man, what’s going on with you?” Matty walked up to him, arms outstretched, blocking the whole pavement, like, ‘I’m the most important thing in the world right now’. Which is Matty always, but in this case he was doing it on purpose. “You weren’t there last night.” “Yeah I know, sorry.” “Your brother was […]Read more "Matty"
“Midnight,” she said. “Come here.” He stared through the window, at the constellation of raindrops, his eyes following them down, then darting across as a blurred shape caught his attention. A car maybe. “Midnight.” His ears pricked up. He yawned. Something larger passed the window. His eyes widened as he pulled his head back. The […]Read more "Midnight"
Currently knee deep in the second draft of my book. I’ve cut out close to a quarter so far, maybe more; it’s difficult to tell as I’ve also been rebuilding, fleshing out. I’ve made a second pass of the first half now that I feel kind of, broadly happy with. And there’s a structure that […]Read more "Working"
He found her waiting at the corner by the Mayfair, the rundown hotel that never seemed to close. In blue jeans, yellow umbrella and a stars and stripes backpack, she popped out against the dreary backdrop of grey buildings, patrons grabbing a smoke and discarded takeaway boxes. It was almost clownish, he thought, as he […]Read more "Waiting"
It was early in the year, before the onset of spring. As simple a day as any other, with the sun low and distant. It gave plenty of clear, bright light to see by but little warmth to your cheeks, so you wore thick winter jumpers made of wool. What a strange pair you made, […]Read more "The Fix"
It’s the hottest day so far and were are trussed up in full body life preservers. Fortunately, by the time the boat gets up to speed the breeze cools us down. And then we idle. A black fin rises from the water, sinks back in. Silence. Minutes pass. Again. This time a great spray of […]Read more "Day Twelve"