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”

He had always been told by his mother to think before he acted. “Think once, so you don’t have to think twice” she had said. “Think, think, think, boys and…

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)…

I am the invisible man

I am the invisible man. I have been invisible all my life. I walk past cars and they don’t notice me. Tall buildings that stand regally in the sun, don’t…

A pocket pebble

I have a small, bronze coloured stone. It’s really a pebble, and it is the size and shape of a thimble that I have kept in my pocket for years.