Aug 11, 2018 | Fiction |
‘Papers’ – the man held out his paper-taking hand without looking up. ‘Aint the newsboy,’ Dove explained. The man glanced up, then wished he hadn’t. Before him stood something in a pitch helmet off a Walgreen counter, share-croppers’ jeans, sunglasses, a dollar watch...
Oct 11, 2015 | Fiction |
I was getting hot flashes of desperation and running about the flat picking things up and putting them down aimlessly. I wanted a rest, wanted peace, wanted the world to let me along for a bit. King Kong was playing at the Chelsea Odeon, so I went. Wonderful inside...
