[published in Dwelling, 22/06/2021] It was 3am when I closed my laptop and realised that I hadn’t eaten since that morning. It wasn’t that I felt the hunger – there was no dull ache, no physical reminder – but rather it occurred to me that I hadn’t spoken to anyone since Phil that morning, whenContinue reading “A Nighttime Encounter”
[Published 10/02/2020 by STORGY] Gerald O’Flynn Connoway was not a very complicated man, and certainly not one capable of killing someone. Read more on STORGY.
(published in White Wall Review, 11/05/19) Merethe’s not back,” Colton says as he walks into the room. It’s 10:10pm. At 10:15pm, the automatic lockdown system would start. At 10:17pm, Sarah Hamilton, our long-suffering houseparent, would unwedge a strategic wellie from between the doors and let the lockdown system finish. Read more
[extract published in Kamena Magazine, 20/04/19] My brother died on a Saturday. That morning we’d left him and my sister to mind the shop while Mutti took me on her errands. In the summer of 1939 she’d only just started working as a seamstress of sorts. Letting out waistbands, taking in waistbands, changing the necklineContinue reading “The Day Before”
[published in Bandit Fiction, issue 2, 20/06/2018; republished in Hypertrophic Press, Winter 2018] “Sammy is in the kitchen.” Sammy pronounces it more like “kit-hen” when he points to the upper right-hand part of the diagram. Read more