Category Archives: Short Stories


I don’t feel the electricity.
Only the coolness,
The shiver,
The sting.
The dampness of it all, Continue reading Buzz

French Girls

French Girls.
The deep purr that emerges from the throat.
A leaning beret.
Cigarette butts ground into the pavement
With the delicate twist of a loafer’s heel. Continue reading French Girls


Solid, gold ringlets
That I could twist around my finger
Tightening like feather boa constrictors.
I’d look closer
And see myself riding
Cyclically romping Continue reading Pin-up


I watched the waves climb up the beach
Caressing the shells with flat, open palms.
Just as they reached me I shouted and shooed,
And they receded back into a cerulean kingdom Continue reading Vinegar

Curious, Young Astronauts

Tell me, what is it to explore
When you’re four-feet tall, sat in a DeLorean
Whilst the universe passes you by at a million miles an hour,
Tearing a hole in the galaxy’s soul. Continue reading Curious, Young Astronauts

My Name Is Gilbert

I took the discoloured towel and ran it around the inside of the glass, gazing into the bottom of it. My reflection stared back at me. The indentations of the design had made my face crooked. I listened to the denizens of the bar, sat on their stools, their elbows resting on the counter, as if they were about to pray. Continue reading My Name Is Gilbert

Same Space

Car keys. Wallet. Phone. A photo of her. The corners had begun to fold at the edges. I placed them along the line of the parking space. I changed my mind and placed the picture of her under the windscreen wiper so they would know I was thinking of her when it happened. Continue reading Same Space


The elevator music was killing me. They installed a small speaker  five years ago without any warning. It would pump out noise. Not music, just noise. I preferred the classics but more than that I preferred the silence. I’d managed to cope with it over time.
I enjoyed the control. I’d twisted that golden limb a thousand times for the best part of three decades and even when they told me where we were going, I’d always have the final say on where and when we stopped. Continue reading Co-operator


“The time is twelve ‘o’ clock in the am! That’s right folks, time to lock your doors, board up your windows, sharpen those swords and lock and load. Strap yourself in tightly, it’s going to be one hell of a night!”
The upbeat radio broadcast did little to calm my nerves, on this the most dangerous day of the year. In my vast experience of past October onslaughts, I had over a period of years devised a system that worked for me. First and foremost, I don’t go outside for anyone. If you’re unfortunate enough to be outside when the clock strikes twelve, you need to learn to be more time conscious. Continue reading Samhain


A vignette that will hopefully become part of a larger project I’m working on. I decided to focus on an enigmatic character who will be a central connection to a much larger mystery as well as being linked to other central characters.

Another police car roared past, ablaze with red and blue. A startling reminder that you’re still alive and still awake. I looked through a misty window, stained with greasy fingerprints.Tall buildings of all ages, shapes and sizes disturbed the purple skyline. Young, glass structures, naked to the cold, unveiled ticking organs. Little matchstick men climbing up and down. A thin, yellow crane swayed gently in the night’s breeze, its steel twisted like a helter skelter. A large wrecking ball hung delicately on a string like a dark uvula. Continue reading Enigma