Henry Monxton spent a lot of time arranging all the cans and packets in the kitchen cupboards so their labels were exactly parallel and facing outwards. It had driven his first wife mad. Wife number two, well, not much is…
What The Stars Mean to You and Me
She brings a shawl out into the garden, cuddles into the chair next to mine. We listen to the sounds of the crickets and me swinging from the whiskey bottle. The air caresses the cacti needles behind us and all…
The Sweet Smell of Success
His beautiful face contorted like a reflection in a Hall of Mirrors, spitting his hateful words ‘old, talentless and so boringly predictable.’ He had told everyone I was his ‘Next Big Thing’, pushing me to constantly audition, until my deep bass-baritone voice…
Marginalia
Mouse-like, she lived on the fringes of polite society. She was one of the the overlooked, ignored, unremembered and to others, unremarkable. The last to arrive, the first to leave. “A bus to catch,” she’d murmur, gathering her beige handbag…
Blooming Hell
Envy consumed him. He lay motionless in bed, longing for sleep that refused to arrive. He had turned the spare bedroom into mission control, creating exquisite storyboards of garden designs, works of art in themselves. At work, he had received…
Three for Two
Always a family affair, today there were three generations behind the stall, including a woman in her late 20s. A toddler in a torn skirt tugged at her dad, telling him in her inaccurate and swoon-worthy vernacular about her grazed…
