SHORT FICTION

This page is dedicated to my short fiction that has featured in various online journals and in print.

WHAT'S ON THE MOON?

May 5, 2021

“What’s on the Moon tonight?”


I’m so sick of that question. Every single day I get asked that same thing. As though I’m some kind of expert! I’m no more of an expert than anyone else in the office. I can search online, just like everyone else can. I don’t understand why Dan always asks me, anyway. The lazy bastard...

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INTO THE FOREST

January 9, 2021

“But Father, I don’t understand…”

“Quiet, son. We have no choice.”

            I lay a comforting hand on his shoulder to try and put him at ease. I wish I could do more, but I dare not speak, not so close to the others. He flinches away in anger and continues to make himself ready for our departure. I sigh and continue with my own preparations but still with an eye on what he’s packing. We don’t need much, just water and some salted meat, but I need to be sure he packs the right things...

To continue reading please visit Air and Nothingness Press, The Wild Hunt: Stories of the Chase

A TALE FROM THE TERRACED OCEAN

January 3, 2021

I used to tell people that I saw a ghost once, but no one believes me. I could see it in their eyes when I recounted the story. It was always the same, a twinkle of doubt, a hint of amusement. At first, it used to bother me. I’d get upset and angry. I’d argue with whoever it was as if my pleading tone would make any difference. Then, I would rage that they had disrespected me. Scream at them at the top of my lungs. Occasionally I would rant and rave uncontrollably. Nowadays, I don’t bother to tell anyone about it. It’s better that way, but since you’ve asked, I’ll tell it this one last time.

    As with all good stories, it starts a long time ago…

To continue reading please visit Coffin Bell Journal 

CUBICLE

November 21, 2020

It comes on suddenly. My stomach starts to cramp. I grab it with my hands as though that will help, knowing full well that it won’t. I’m innocently walking along Kean Road in my hometown of Eastborough-on-Sea. It’s summer, but the sea breeze is keeping the temperature down. This being one of my few return visits to the place of my birth, and as usual, I had one too many drinks the night before with friends I haven’t seen in months. It was a great night, what I remember of it, but right now I’m paying the price...

To continue reading please visit Horrified Magazine

FIVE STARS

October 20, 2020

I fiddle with the lock. The key always jams. I have no idea why, but every time I try to get inside our mailbox, I have the same trouble. I guess I could tell Reception, but that requires a lot of effort that I’m not willing to make.

    I sigh and put a little more power into it, really forcing the key inside and jiggling it around. It has the desired effect. The key turns, and I hear a satisfactory pop as the small door to the mailbox falls open revealing a package.

    That’s strange. I wasn’t expecting anything in the post...

   

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MEAT

Spetember 21, 2020

She smiles at me from across the table. I have to admit she looks beautiful tonight. So much so, that I tell her, which brings a smile to her face. We chat about nothing in particular while we work our way through the first course. Nothing fancy. It’s just some roasted asparagus in a garlic herb sauce. Something to wet our whistle, I think they used to say...

To continue reading please visit Selcouth Station #Food Edition

ESCALATOR

August 24, 2020

"Shit."

    I briefly glance down at my watch as I sprint through the Tube station. I'm late and getting later. I missed the first train by a second. I arrived just as the doors were sliding closed and I could do nothing about it. I knew I was fucked as soon as I saw them slam shut. The only consolation was that someone else at the other carriage doors had done the exact same thing. We both locked eyes for a second. For that moment, we were brothers in arms. We were as one in our own stupidity...

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MY MUM ALWAYS SAID, WASH BEHIND YOUR EARS

May 7, 2020

My Mum always said, wash behind my ears. Always. Without fail.

    Every day after I’d pretended to brush my teeth and wash my face, she would march into the bathroom and give me a once over. She would scan me up and down, shake her head and then tut. As soon as that dreaded tut left her mouth, I knew I was done for. I knew that she had found me out. The subterfuge was over...

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THAT OLD CHESTNUT

April 15, 2020

“That old Chester, eh?” He says. I frown. What does he mean? He sits there smugly. As though what he’s said makes perfect sense. I take a sip of my pint. I should just leave it, ignore it, but I just can’t help myself. “What do you mean? That old Chester?” I say. He still looks smug. He waits a second before replying, staring off into the distance. Well, there is no distance. This is a small pub for starters and what small windows there are won’t show him anything because it’s the black of night outside...

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THE BOMBYX GIGANTICA

March 21, 2020

“Where are you going with that? Hey, peg leg! Huh? Hey, Marky boy! I’m talking to you!” They burst out laughing at his comments. They don’t expect me to answer. I’ve had enough experience with their bullying to know that. They just want to torture me. Sometimes I wonder if they will ever give it up, but then I remember that they enjoy it. It’s a game to them. They want to laugh at the guy with the “peg leg.” They want to make fun out of my discomfort and my misfortune...

To continue reading please visit Dream Noir Lit Magazine.

UNTIL NEXT YEAR

March 4, 2020

The laminated menu said that it had been open since 1986. The 18th of December to be exact. It seems a strange date to open up an Italian restaurant in a North Yorkshire seaside town, but maybe that’s how they did think back in the mid-eighties, in the time of excess. Back then even this tired old town was still popular, in the days before cheap and dirty flights to the European mainland. Now, people can fly to Italy itself and eat at authentic restaurants rather than take the train over to this town...

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