Our heroine is awake. 1.10 The red digits on the radio have drilled into my eyelids, waking me […]
Short stories
Florence Alexander was an average writer widely rejected by London’s literary agents, most of whom had received at […]
‘Stop. Put it back,’ Dave’s whisper was urgent. I hadn’t realised, until then, that he could be so […]
The underground train judders, then slows with a series of alarming clanks and hisses before coming to a […]
The young chap at the dealership had said it could go one hundred and fifty miles per hour, […]
In her bed, unable to sleep, our heroine has a run-in with the future 1.40 AM Just caught […]
5 March 1986 Dear Aunty Sarah, Ma told me to write and tell you thanks for the tenner […]
2.55 AM Woken by the erratic humming of a diesel engine, I notice a stinging sensation in my […]