flash fiction

The search was invariably fruitless.             The path was cluttered with the debris of the past.             The parade of childhood humiliations always led him down blind alleys.             Religion […]

TODAY ‘The thing is, Bren,’ says Craig Hornby, kissing his bloody knuckles, ‘you’ve just got to face facts sometime. You might be a nicer bloke than your Tony. Well, in […]

Over at Goodreads, he says: ‘These are all good stories. “The Tut” begins with the unforgettable line: “After enduring forty-five years of a marriage that was at best, like wading […]