At the Cabins.
She, the mistress, had appeared suddenly on that dirt courtyard that had formed between the cabins. The amazement had been …
Category Archives: Short Stories.
Face To Face.
Amir was stealing around the bed, until he had reached where Reggie’s left hand lay very fresh and vivid on …
We Pick Up Amir’s Story Again.
We pick up Amir’s story again outside a one-bedroom apartment in Warrender Park Crescent. Amir has lived here since his …
Some More Nuts and Bolts of Edinburgh’s Economy.
There are two restaurants in this article. By chance, I was in the Southsider pub yesterday when I met a …
A Scottish Highlands Ghost Story.
[It has become customary for Tychy to publish a ghost story on or around Halloween, but unfortunately the world has …
The Restaurant At The End Of The Universe.
Stacey’s party had been up in that stretch of Dalry that remains fresh and picturesque without yet being visibly gentrified. …
Some Nuts and Bolts of Edinburgh’s Economy.
When I was leaving for work this morning, Polly and Tori were both on their knees in a cleared space …
Farms Along The Way.
These days, he would lie on his bedsheets pleading and apologising, to her and to himself, whilst the secret of …
The Sun Is Coming Out.
James had slunk into the turquoise waters of the Honeychile Lagoon and such was the effect of his thin body …
The Story of the Old Man in the Tux.
I had been left standing marooned at the bar beside the old man in the tux. He looked me over …
A Cocktail Crash-Lands.
The cafeteria seemed much cooler now that I had stopped eating. With faux-casualness, I had folded a used napkin over …
Badlands.
At that moment, she was fastened, paddling, on one side whilst Josephine was across on the other. She had the …
“So There’s This App…”
She, Tori, had suddenly loomed out of the muggy cafeteria, the steam that would bead on the bottles of soju, …
A Silly Story.
[Most of this long short story was written last summer. It owes its entire existence to the generous furlough payments …
In a Room in Boroughloch Square.
In a corner of my sofa, Marcin’s phone was lying defenceless in the open air. It had evidently slid backwards …
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