Short fiction

  • Water Fall

    A young girl is weeping on a wet, mossy cave floor behind a waterfall.           ‘Papa! Oh, Papa!’…


  • Tang Berries

    Don’t eat the blackberries below your bum. Those shiny black clusters of miniature purple balloons dangling in the…


  • Without Papers

    Ton stared at the ceiling of the ambulance. Somewhere he heard the siren rhythmic and shrill. He felt…


  • Naween Raised a Dragon

    This is the story of my dragon. I found her in the woods near my home. Where I…


  • Super-Blue Superhero

    Crouched down, my little boy makes sums with a big blue marker onto a wooden laminated board. He…


  • Jitka

    Bohemia, 1355 At last, Jitka had a grip on the tiny hoof and pulled her arm from the…


  • Their Secret Agenda

    In the lounge of their Lincoln Street flat in London, SW1, two elderly sisters, Agatha and Maud, have…


  • Stick Candy

    ‘Cops hate me, man,’ Sarang says, ‘That last incident.’ I’m remembering it. He’d just opened his new bar…


  • Hostage Returned

    His damaged craft continued to decend.  Raynard, in the tiny ovoid cockpit, cupped in a gel-seat, leaned forward…


  • The Riverboat

    In my loneliness I imagine the beast is an illusion. That my paddlewheel, my bulkheads, my transom, are…