Tycienski Observed.
“Tell me about Tycienski.” My voice came so soft and faraway from the darkness that the night itself might have …
Category Archives: Short Stories.
What Can The Matter Be?
There had been a single sunny day, in between the cool days and the gloomy ones, rather like a peal …
The House On The Table.
England was currently losing eight-nil to Wales. Harry Kane was waddling dementedly round and round in circles. Marcus Rashford had …
A Late Lunch on the Southside.
Pippa and Reggie sat down to a late lunch in a café on Nicolson Street. By the by, a strange …
A Pentland Demon.
[A Pentland Artist.] One afternoon Ann had telephoned me from over the hills. Her voice had sounded so small and …
A Read Through.
I went over to James’s flat in Gorgie yesterday morning. We had agreed to read through a manuscript together. This …
A Pentland Artist.
Today I shall write out something that I had witnessed many years ago, here in the Pentland Hills, when I …
Pippa Rampant.
Pippa was rampaging down a EUSA corridor and her two handlers, Clive and Bea, were racing after her. These days …
Up From Royal Circus.
Tori and I were walking up from Royal Circus, up to where Edinburgh’s head seems to suddenly clear and Stockbridge …
At Sea With Claud Orkish.
This is a Christmas story but the brunt of it concerns the sea. It will start in something like the …
By The Moon’s Lantern.
To begin with she had entered her bedchamber and Peggy had been waiting beside the bed. “There’s an owl under …
Live By The Sword.
Andrzej Štefan had been sitting waiting at one of the high tables by the window. He was waiting for the …
A Forest Setting: A Ghost Story For Halloween.
In the middle of breakfast, his sister was suddenly pouring her phone under his nose. “Hey brother, look at this!” …
Niceties.
Our new barman was called Micky and he was from Ukraine. He had been in Ukraine as early ago as …
My Days-of-Mourning Diary.
This is what it must be like for those people who live in a town at the base of a …
Tychy 