Do you come here often?

He had noticed her sitting at the bar. Fiona Begley, who often dressed in dour business suits and sensible shoes, was now in a light, well fitting dress, fashionable high…

Down at the Funeral Parlor

“You know what Janey?” he said. “I heard there’s a good service down at the Funeral Parlor this afternoon.”

“Think, think, think”

Had he got out of the car? Had he gone up to the boy? How did he know it was a boy? He couldn’t have been older than a teenager.  He had blood…

The Gods are no longer among us

I grew up in a different world populated with a different culture to that of my children. It’s not simply because of such superficial change agents as the internet or…

I open my eyes

I open my eyes. The ceiling is covered in cork tiles that appear to have been there for a while. A dried up water stain spreads across a number of…

Under the brick – short story

The following extract comes from the last few entries of a diary I found under a brick at 23 Victoria Grove. We had just moved in and I was cleaning…

A funny thing happened

“I don’t know,” she said to the young male shop assistant who was offering to supersize her drink. “I don’t really want twice as much. I don’t think I would…

Monkey wife

I am a man who likes order and routine and I keep to one every day. I arise at 6.00am, toilet, have two large glasses of water, drag the dog…

My father’s lollies

1. My Father was a great gardener. He could make vegetables sprout from the most unaccommodating soil. The aroma of fertiliser (just a nice name for chicken or horse shit)…

The man before the revolution

Everyone was waiting for the revolution. They had all heard about others and the tremendous benefits a revolution would bring. They felt there was a great need for the population…