Category Archives: short stories

But Beautiful

  A group of people are gathered, shivering, outside a small town registry office. They stamp their feet and hug themselves; some try to smoke a last minute cigarette, cupping hands over lighters, the little metal wheels spinning tchh tchh … Continue reading

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The First Hard Rain

Somewhere over the Irish sea an almighty storm must have exploded, a tempest of such Biblical proportions that a flock of seagulls, a flock of chaotic, tumbling, terrified birds, hundreds upon hundreds of them, had been forced miles inland: herring … Continue reading

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Tiger Feet

    Tiger Feet I got to the club at about six thirty, more or less, dressed to kill. When I say club, I mean Ettington Youth Club, England, 1974. There are clubs I go to nowadays which you may … Continue reading

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You Say Potato

I don’t review books – at least not in any sort of formal way. I’ve never really felt qualified – although of course literally anyone can have an opinion on anything, and aren’t we all aware of it…? I have … Continue reading

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Say Good Morning to the Stars

This story appears in the Stories for Homes Anthology, edited by Debi Alper and Sally Swingewood.  All proceeds from the book go towards supporting the work of Shelter. Available via Amazon.    My mother wasn’t always drunk, but that’s like saying … Continue reading

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Stories for Homes anthology: Live!

The book is done. Thanks to Sally Swingewood and Debi Alper for their dedication and passion. Stories for Homes is available from Amazon (kindle edition). It will be published as a paperback in a couple of months or so. We … Continue reading

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Tiger Feet

    Tiger Feet I got to the club at about six thirty, more or less, dressed to kill. When I say club, I mean Ettington Youth Club, England, 1974. There are clubs I go to nowadays which you may … Continue reading

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