This is one of my favourite bits of short fiction I wrote last year. I'm posting it here, unpaywalled, for 24 hours, in an effort to lure a few people into subscribing and as a taster for the collection of short stories I'm publishing (yep, just
My cat Roscoe - who some of you might have been introduced to recently via her more vapid alter ego - turns 14 this month. She's a healthy cat, young for her age, which makes my mind boggle a bit as it hits me that precisely ten years
I normally wake just before 3am, get immediately into my tracksuit and go for a run around the bathroom, but not for long, since writing time is of the utmost value to me and I’m at the height of my intellectual powers early in the morning. If I’m
* Multi-person swimming lane etiquette is all entirely workable if you assume it solely involves people with average-size bodies who've been taught to swim properly, but that's not quite addressing reality in its varied face. As a swimmer who frequents busy public pools during the winter months
1. Never expect anyone to read your book, even if you sent it to them for free. 2. Do all you can to keep yourself in a non-presumptive state that will lead to a feeling of pleasant surprise if a fellow human reads your book. 3. Don’t let people
A dog who is running excitably towards me across some wet grass, having heard a rumour that for one week and one week only I will do a cut, shampoo and blow dry for just £14.99.
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It is low tide as you stroll along the creek, wild geese burst into tears overhead and ancient bone dice litter the foreshore.
“You must know Aubrey Plaza!” he said one night as they sat in front of the TV. “Of course I do,” she replied. “It’s where Kennedy got shot.”
Once upon a time, a man, a woman and a cat were walking through a deep forest. All three had walked for what felt like a thousand miles and all but the smallest member of the party balanced precariously on blistered, swollen feet. Night had fallen only an hour ago