The Man I Always Nod To
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His disappearance has left me out of kilter, and unbalanced. Facing east, I stop in my tracks, as if waiting for the signal to continue, waiting for the nod. But the man I always nod to is not there…
Very Short Stories
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Imagined words for snow and ice
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‘Cumulospiration,’ he said, and watched as she stretched out her hand and tried to grasp it. A small sigh as it vanished. ‘Gone,’ she said. And he shared her disappointment.
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September
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Nine in the evening, and the sun starts to dip below the rooftops, the dust and heat of the day, turning the sky a ruby red. September, though it feels like high summer. There’s the same lazy slowness in the air and it has her reaching for the cool of a water glass which she…
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Tell Me About It
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A very short story I wrote which was shortlisted for the A3 Review on the theme of ‘Tracks’ There are tracks on your arm from a parallel life, and I want to know all about it. The truth now, you hear? No bullshit. Just the facts. Don’t tell me your mama didn’t love you.
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The Technician Has Eyes Of Deepest Blue
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Listen to me read “The Technician Has Eyes Of Deepest Blue” Podcast music via http://www.freesfx.co.uk/music/ The technician has eyes of deepest blue. I notice them as she leans over me. Feel her brush against my cheek, the crimson flush rising on the surface of my skin “Just a tiny prick, okay?” she says. I nod
