Jacob’s shadow stretches tall before him, the dark shape of himself pulled out like silly putty, like...
flash fiction
Ben Westerham has recently let slip the chains of paid employment so he can spend ever more...
Freshly dead, she was pinned to the desk by a knife. Smears of blood oozed between his...
Nine-oh-eight Glenview Road was the best part of carrying the mail. Ten blocks into my suburban trek,...
Invisible boundaries. The gum lines of aggressive brushers. Chins, if you’re a Hapsburg. The stamped fingerprints of...
Waseem Akbar was a friend of my father’s and my uncles – It was the only thing...
Through the open window above the tub, an outcry reaches us from the world. I sink my...
“Seventy hours,” said the man across the table from Peter Crown. Peter had invited him in for...
The Agency hired me so if anything went wrong they could claim I was acting on my...
I didn’t even have time to get annoyed at the man squeezing past me in the stairwell...
I’m sitting there, clicking away at my laptop, working on a new story.
My cousin’s on the floor,...
The beaten-up, old leather bag of indeterminate colour looked the most interesting find so far. James brought...
The latest item had come in while Ray was out of the office. West Coast – TB17....
The door of the restaurant opened up and two men came in.
They sat down at the bar,...
I’m unzipping the small suitcase open when the phone rings.
‘Tonia, is that you?’ My mama’s fuzzy voice...
