Lisa sips at her zero-alcohol beer and stares at splashes of red and white as they wrestle over the sponsor-encrusted grass like …
Grimm Tales
The train stalls; she feels her pocket for her passport and ticket, hugs her knees. Dirty snow speckles the thick window. She …
Hugs
The old man rapped his walking stick along the sterile lino. In his eighties, slightly bent with bowlegged knees swollen from past …
The Ring
“Jessica Margaret Adams,” he said. “I love you.” He gazed up at her from his knees, his face vulnerable, his heart exposed. …
Vile Sunflowers
The wood cuts into the boy’s bare thighs. It’s an old chair, splintery, and the rope around his ankles chafes. Across the …
Throwing Rocks
‘Johnny Bastard Dalton, as I live and breathe!’ John looked up from his book. He didn’t recognise the man; maybe it was …
Boardwalk
The beach was a balm at this time of night. Emptied of its daytime guests, it gave him solace. He had space …
A Wembley Moment in the Hunter
Hi TMPers. This is what I call a ‘typical chapter’ – in that it has a bit of narrative, often some back …
They Came
‘Matthew, wake up.’ I stir. Matthew means something is up. What’ve I done now? ‘Wake up!’ ‘Waz time?’ ‘Five. Get up.’ I …