Although they stood only five yards away from George, the pair of them were quite oblivious to his presence. As they spoke about their plans for the weekend – she was visiting her mother in Surrey, he and his son were going watch the football – a large bug got caught in the woman’s hair.
Hello, everyone! Back to school, back to work. August saw almost no writing get done because I made the decision early in the school holidays that I didn’t want to get frustrated so made zero […]
You use 40 percent less energy in the peloton. A life spent in the service of others, dragging them up mountains, ferrying them down the other side.
Hello all. I’ve been getting twitchy lately and I think I know why. While working on the novel, I’ve missed the immediate satisfaction of flash fiction and the thought has crossed my mind that I find writing shorter fiction far more enjoyable.
She walks east. Tick tick tick tick, a woodpecker tapping at the side of her brain. Tick tick tick tick. Countless tiny brass squares of the city’s shame underfoot, unforgotten. Each has one word in […]
Flora Goodwin picks at the hole in the tablecloth on her kitchen table. There must be something she can do. Outside, six pigeons, two starlings, one crow, two swallows and a parakeet line up on […]
I was a camper. Everyone hated me.
OMG NOOB CAMPER QUIT CAMPING U FAG.
Finding a quiet corner of the map – or a dark spot in a busy corner of the map -and picking off passers-by was, apparently, not cool.