The day Fanny May won the State Exclamation Lottery - which also happened to be her birthday - she decided that almost the first thing she would do was buy her old man the boat. She was generous like this. But, first, she had to go to work. So, she clingfilmed the dish of creamed … Continue reading Hejira Rewound.
Category: Short fiction
The Bristol Arm.
Martin Kettle, formally of Stoneyclough but now resident of Penn Beacon, was stood on a table in the Eight Kings. He was taping the fourth corner of a large poster of Bob Dylan's face to the wall at the end of the bar. "No, no, Sam," he was saying. "It's ‘uff’, not ‘ow’. Stoneyclough." He … Continue reading The Bristol Arm.
The Hollow Men.
Fish Man squats Fatima Mansions, a tumbledown townhouse on Pentonville Square. The building is in all day shadow behind iron tooth-pick railings on a scrap of dirt. The windows are boarded and the front door padlocked. But the board at this window, here, is a sham. It is nailed once at the top of the … Continue reading The Hollow Men.


