Lab Rats.
Flash Fiction.
I’m still exploring my family photographs and inventing peculiar
Can't You Hear Me?
‘I thought you weren’t going to come,’ she said.
He said
Moving On.
It’s been a manic few days over here in Preston Towers.
Family Holidays.
A Short Story.
We’ve all got photographs of family holidays. Children
You're My Sex Bomb.
She likes Tom Jones, says he’s retro. But then she wanders
He's Not Right in the Head.
I suppose you could think of this short story as the prequel
Barnes and Clarke.
Flash Fiction.
I decided to mash two photographs together and see what
Chordae Tendineae.
In a break from our usual programming, I'm publishing a
Standin theer leyke cheese at fourpence.
Flash Fiction.
Another photograph of someone I don’t know. Anybody who
Number Five.
Flash Fiction.
Her eyes tempt him. He imagines those eyes gazing at
Lorraine.
A Short Story.
His name was scrawled on the envelope. He ripped
Freshly Butchered
Here is the third in my series of fifty-word stories based