I grew up duck hunting. Which I never really liked because you had to wake up at some obscene hour, wade through a freezing swamp and sit in a dark ...
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“I’m here to kill your flatmate,” this guy said with his gun, standing in my doorway, feet well spaced, and calm. I did my best to look unimpressed. I shrugged. ...
Max the bulldog started to rise. Charlie waited at the door and willed strength into his bowed legs. They shook and wobbled beneath him until he was up, a Zeppelin ...
She turns towards him in her sleep and he is buffeted by a squall of stale breath. ‘If I loved her, I would love her stale breeze‘, he says, sadly, ...
There is a range of purple mountains, building and tumbling up ahead; they rise up from the plain like unbreaking waves and the snowcaps push themselves inside the motherly clouds ...
Dad was a boy at the time, just five years old. It was the Blitz, but he stayed in Battersea. His mum wouldn’t send him to the country when the ...
“The biggest shit,” The Baron shouts, “is it’s hardly a glamour job going on a foreign assignment – when you’re a fucking accountant!”
Simon shakes his head as the two weave ...
I hadn’t ever really looked at the old man before he lay on the pavement in the September sun, his head cushioned by blood. He’d always been there though, in ...
It is a pleasant morning. I have eaten a substantial breakfast of smoked salmon and scrambled eggs with my Earl Grey. In three hours, all being well, my lover Henri(etta)will ...
