Flash Fiction(5)

5

A Fairytale Of New York

Emerging from the subway I checked inside my document case for the tenth time. In it was my story and a letter inviting me to meet with Abel Zanzinger. As the icy wind bundled me along West 51st Street, I remembered the promise I'd made to myself. Either get my story included in Zanzinger's forthcoming anthology of new writers or return to my job at the bank. Inside the Hotel Raphael...Read On

5

Baby I Love Your Way

If it hadn't been raining that day, I would never have caught the bus and consequently never met up with Ben again. We first met five years earlier, in the summer of 1978. It was the night of my best friend's twenty-first birthday party. We all had similar celebrations during our final year at university. Mostly they took place in one of the city's small airless clubs. Emma though had...Read On

6

Heroes Of The Revolution

Because Viktoria wanted to keep her occupation a secret, she travelled seventy kilometres each morning to work.  Today was the first of November and the familiar landscape lay covered by a fresh fall of snow. Gazing from the bus at the uniform whiteness, her thoughts turned to husband, Ivan. He had changed  since she started her new job. Often in a bad mood and forever criticising...Read On

5

Honesty

 

6

Kennedy's Children

'It was already November the twenty-second.' Diane glanced at the letter and attached visiting order. 'Another Christmas alone.' She switched on the radio for the news. The final item made her smile. Girls sobbing in the streets because they were unable to buy tickets for a concert. At thirty- four Diane was too old for The Beatles. Today was Friday. The insurance man was due. She...Read On

Micro Fiction(10)

8

A New England

 

1

A Postcard From Moscow

 

4

Crew Cut

 

6

Dandelion Days

The school bell sounded for the end of term. Richard rose and slung his satchel across his broad back. The summer of 1914, the last of his dandelion days of youth, stretched ahead like an endless shimmering dream. Strong as a heartbeat, his boots clipped a rhythm on the road, while from a field, an old bay horse lifted its heavy head to watch him pass. Impulsively, Richard flung his tie over...Read On

2

Don't Look Black

 

7

Fishing For Salmon

 

6

L'Auteur

Each weekday, after her husband has left for his office, Claudia covers canvasses with solid colour. Mid-morning she walks her small dog. On Mondays she meets a friend for lunch. Other days, weather permitting, she sits shrouded in shades at a pavement cafe. On Tuesday and Thursday afternoons she meets a lover. Afterwards they lie back on tangled sheets and bicker about politics and...Read On

3

Man Friday

 

6

Retired Musician Offers Accommodation To Couple In Exchange For Household Duties

For Anya and Jason the advert was a dream come true. Jason could accept the well paid job in the city, while they saved for a home of their own.  Anya liked to keep house. Jason liked to work. Each afternoon the musician sat playing his guitar while she cleaned. Tidying a cupboard she discovered some old records with his picture on the cover. One day he suggested a trip to the City Mall....Read On

7

You And Me And Pocahontas Makes Three

 

Poetry(4)

5

All The Colours Of The Night

Often lately, when he is spent And I drift, abandoned in the dark. You colonise my restless mind To will my fingers strum and pick And flash like fishes, until our  Rough dark music, explodes In all the colours of the night....Read On

4

Interior

In furnished rooms on Rue D'Orsay Sun glints on our brass bed, Where spread wide, unclothed and hungry, I hold your raven head   Come afternoon we skirt the Seine Press hands in dark cafés, Grow fat on cake and fragrant tea, Carried from far Cathay.   Each night the city gathers speed Beneath a map of stars, While we tangle limbs like dancers  In paintings by Degas.    ...Read On

5

Party Games Near Newbury

 

3

The Tutor

 

Songs(1)

6

Watching

Who the watcher, who the watched? And who can truly say? That they are ever quite alone, As they rise to meet the day. Many years back then For reasons not obscure. Wrapped in the cloak of Soho Like a million souls before. He watched an act as old as time, But never came to know You don't have to be Prince Hamlet, To take part in the show. In a cell with bars of loneliness He...Read On