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Oct 3, 2026 | Fiction |
The other day, I discovered an alarming possibility. No, worse: an alarming fact. I have an old friend, a consultant radiologist, who for years has been sending me clippings from the British Medical Journal. She knows that my interest tends towards the ghoulish and...
Jan 28, 2023 | Fiction
Ranchagoda steps towards Jaki, who is hugging the box and backing away. ‘This belongs to Maali. He told me to keep it safe.’ Jaki does her best stare. ‘So, why are you taking it?’ asks Elsa, moving towards the pile. ‘Because it belongs to Maali. Not you.’ ‘Everyone...
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...
Sep 26, 2020 | Fiction |
At that time I was into finding and cleaning the skeletons of dead things. Mostly birds. I would pull them apart, coat them in gold leaf, reassemble them wrongly and suspend them from wire frames. Little mobiles of badly made birds. I’d done a dozen or so. The gallery...
Jun 21, 2015 | Fiction |
The end of November saw the transition from deep autumn to deep winter. Children threw snowballs. An icy chill crept under coat collars. Cars drove slowly, as if frightened of each other, the roads being now much narrower. The cold diminished, shortened, shrivelled...
