Wayne threw a right. The van slewed the black road. He stamped the brakes, summoning the sound of slack gravel. He pulled on the smoke stuck to his lips, gave the horn one long lusty honk with the flat of his hand, and said, All out that's getting out! I lifted the bag from between my … Continue reading Dead Meadow.
you dreamt this, she said. i had a trick involving string, a snide loop, a special knot. i had learned it from my dad - seen it once in 1970 something. every magician needs an assistant, be they beautiful or a drunken old shepherd with hoof coloured teeth and field hands. but he had a … Continue reading Bloodline
It was chalked on the bog wall and spread quickly round school - a whisper to a chant in the playground. “Pippin’s mum’s only got one tit!” Odd. • We’d played darts at Pippin’s last summer. The house on the corner, halfway up Steep Street. I kept score. We smoked his mum’s cigarettes, drank his … Continue reading Withered Apples.