The Item

At last, at last! The intercom expelled me from my chair, sweat beading on my lip and my forehead. I strode for the door stepping over the book I had just sent shooting from my lap across the oriental rug and made my way in a measured haste towards the entry phone. My heart, I could tell from all … More The Item

Cassie’s House

Not long after I rang the bell a teenage boy opened the door and eyed me through the crack. ‘Hi,’ I said. ‘I have an appointment with Cassie this afternoon’ expecting him to let me in. He closed the door without saying anything. I was on time, two p.m. like she’d said in her email. I touched my … More Cassie’s House

SEX – and its role in literary fiction

Is it political, provocative or sensationalist to document realistic experiences of sex in contemporary or literary fiction? I don’t think it should be. Literature documents ideas. The experience of the characters we write should ring with with truth and clarity. That should extend to sex they have. My friend C Green and I share our writing with … More SEX – and its role in literary fiction

London to Aviemore

‘Are they allowed a sweet? I’ve got some travel sweets.’ The young girl in the seat across the aisle opened a tin of Simpkins. ‘They are allowed but I’m sure they don’t want one.’ Their mother said. The three boys, whose thick hair covered their ears, who were wearing cream coloured rugby shirts with mustard yellow … More London to Aviemore

The Homeless Man

This is a true story* A woman was shouting at the homeless man that sits outside Morrisons. He was cross legged on the pavement with a hoodie on. He’d pulled the sleeves over his hands and the hood down over most of his face. The rain had made his cardboard sign limp and the ink had … More The Homeless Man

Horrible school girls

3 minute read….(contains swear words) The moment Mr Pickett arrived at the front of the class the two girls started laughing. Geri was fifteen and had a terrible attitude. Just that morning she had told her mother to fuck herself when asked whether her room was tidy. Sian was fifteen too and quietly spiteful. She wasn’t as … More Horrible school girls

Happily Married

3 minute read….. He is slicing up cucumber and I am lying on the sofa just listening. He makes our lunch on Saturdays. Saturday lunch has the value of the five dinners I make for us throughout the week combined. I like the break from deciding and preparing. He likes to square up his domestic debt. I am the first home from work … More Happily Married