At Doctor Trezvant’s.
Although it was not yet noon, the sky was already a disconcertingly deep and soulful blue. So blue that its …
Category Archives: Short Stories.
“So I’ve Heard.”
A party, on New Year’s Eve, in a flat so small that it is as if thirty or so people …
Flutter By.
In the south of Edinburgh, on the generally less civilised side of the bypass, stands a butterfly sanctuary. The butterflies …
Furrows.
A field stretching out in all directions like a huge empty mind. The boy had been following the plough all …
Players: A Ghost Story for Halloween.
He was strings but no drama. Ana hadn’t wanted or needed strings but neither had she resisted their inevitable creeping …
The Death of Henry.
When the building had been first built, three ornamental maple trees had been planted in a row outside the entrance …
Ugly Bunch.
It was late afternoon and I was in the Bethany Shop on the Causewayside. I did not know what exactly …
Panic.
“This is Peggy,” Josephine explained as she entered the room. Peggy walked behind her looking very solemn and watchful. Josephine …
Sadie.
I have never kept a diary before. Or rather, not a diary that I have ever opened up to, as …
The Man of the Fringe.
Not long ago, about the closing in of an evening in August, I sat at the windows of the Library …
Fish Hell (Shark).
SEAHORSES. CODFISH. OCTOPUS. I had caught an early train and the day was still barely a glimmer around the rim …
The Devil’s Coin.
I once worked in some kitchens where the very best chef was an Italian man named Sergio. I don’t know …
Fish Hell (Octopus).
After the aquarium had closed and it had been made sufficiently presentable again for the next day, we all gathered …
Sand Fleas.
The day was fading and they were both walking with the dusk unseen over their shoulders and its crimson on …
Fish Hell (Codfish).
A chance meeting in front of the piranha tanks. The exhibits hung behind us, poised in all of their sinister …
