Jul 19, 2025 | Fiction
The house was cramped and musty and low ceilinged. There was beige carpet from the seventies, bric-a-brac on every windowsill, secondhand furniture that smelled incurably of smoke. Someone had taped a hand-drawn sketch of a mallard to the lintel above the stairs,...
Sep 4, 2021 | Fiction |
Leonard rolled his go and completed his four-of-a-kind. He drank from his mug, but the tea had gone cold without him realising, leaving him to swallow a mouthful of nauseating leftovers. ‘I don’t suppose you saw the documentary about Edwin Hubble last night?’ asked...
