Old lovers on the train

“I’m anxious.”   I know you are.   I walk behind you because if I walked in front of you you’d lose me and you’d get angry.   There’s no point trying to negotiate. You think about the children, not you and I.   Maybe it’s because you’re divorced, guilty, you keep me out all…

Stories in Short #10 – Be Calm, Glassy Eyes

We haven’t sat on the sofa since you left. It was yours. We can’t touch it. For breakfast we all eat Weetabix with box-milk. No one has been to the shop. No one has left the house. There are tears at the bottom of the stairs each morning. We are determined to succeed for you.…

Stories in Short #2

A rat runs off with the bit of sausage I have just ripped off with my teeth and thrown on the ground next to the electrical generator, which is humming, and grumbling disagreeably with my feeding of the rats. He said he’d meet me here, but there six other people on the platform, and none…

the great, unknown expanse

“I’m going out,” he said. “Where?” she said, from the chair by the window. “Up the beach.” “Do you -” “No.” “Okay.” He pulled on his shoes and didn’t look at her, even though he could feel her watching him. In the car he turned on the radio, then turned it off, and then turned…