Sadie.
I have never kept a diary before. Or rather, not a diary that I have ever opened up to, as …
Category Archives: Short Stories.
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 …
Fish Hell (Seahorses).
The staff meeting had been scheduled before the aquarium opened for the day. This meeting had bowled in clean out …
Letter from the Man in the Moon (4).
My dear Tychy. It has been over five years since I last sent you a letter but when I look …
Fifteen Minutes.
The cafeteria was open but at this hour it was still very quiet and you could even hear a radio …
A Story While My Phone Charges.
I spent an energyless afternoon alone in my apartment, striding around the rooms and looking out of the windows. These …
Great Goodness.
It was so early in the morning that the light seemed to sting like antiseptic. The boy detective was crossing …
The Students Who Were Made of Glass.
The Vice-Chancellor’s personal assistant had managed to briefly recapture him. It was late morning and she had fastened on to …
The Train.
After lunch they had all agreed to go for a walk. There was a large park – over eighty acres …
The Foresters (A Christmas Tale).
It was spare land and not an area that you could have ever imagined being put to any active use. …
