Stop pretending you’re not middle class

"Brixton has become so gentrified," the man opposite me observes with a sigh. Why did you move here then? I think. Didn't fancy Croydon or Leytonstone did you. I'm having a drink with a photographer I met on an editorial job, but his class discrimination rant is jarring and starting to make me think he's... Continue Reading →

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They buried him in the English countryside

Michael Howells 1957 - 2018 I found out that Michael Howells had died via Instagram. On the Port Eliot website they posted a photo of a large paper elephant covered in paper flowers with the caption, "A very sad day. We are raising a glass to Michael Howells tonight, who brought so much wonder to... Continue Reading →

Fool’s Errand

***SHORT STORY*** *** There wasn’t anything to see. Not even a crack of light and it was cruelly hot. The smell of decay was sickening the back of her throat. Heavy and cloying in its dense sweetness. She felt like a nesting bird, sweltering on the matted filth. But she had no choice and it... Continue Reading →

Planting Oakes

***SHORT STORY*** *** “I’ve decided to plant Oakes.” “What?” I peel my face off the section of the Sunday papers I’ve fallen asleep on. Bill, down the phone, tugging at my apron strings. “Did you get my message?” “No. I was just drifting off.” “Oh sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.” His politeness always takes... Continue Reading →

Save it for later

***SHORT STORY*** *** He summons me again. I drop everything. It’s six months since I've seen him. Nothing is consistent or to be relied upon. I think we will never get bored of one another (and anyway he’ll die young, with his habits). So I always feel like we’re living on borrowed time. And the... Continue Reading →

Outpost

*** SCENE SETTING EXERCISE*** ***   By morning, the snow had banked up against the windows casting the living quarters in gloom. The small glass pane in the front door, which had been periodically scraped, was now the only hint at the world beyond. Even the storage shed, a few metres outside, couldn’t be discerned... Continue Reading →

Once the dust has settled

***SHORT STORY*** *** That morning, I’d woken up to find his back to me and a wide no-man’s land of greyish sheets, wrinkled and loose, in between us. I’d listened to the gentle rhythm of his breathing and wanted so much to touch him, yet stayed paralysed to the spot. Shameful fragments of the night... Continue Reading →

On love and addiction

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…” On and off, for just over 18-months, I was living among the debris of a cocaine wasteland. He wasn’t going to pull out of the nose dive anytime soon so I went home and tried to get on with my life. I could... Continue Reading →

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