“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