David

David had never married. He wasn’t sure he’d ever had the opportunity, and it seemed rather too late now.

The Ballad of Mac & Jo

At the north end of Les Banques, on top of a scrappy little rise, there is a bench.

Outdrawn – Chapter 2

It's taken a year, but I have finally extracted chapter 2 of the story from my reluctant imagination.

Wildness

The appeal of the cliffs near my home is their wildness.

My Mother is Middle-sized

I wrote this for my mum last year but it seems somehow more poignant this year.

Outdrawn – Chapter 1

This is the first chapter of something that might become a longer piece. If I can keep the momentum going, who knows, we might even find out who done it!

Somewhere else

I'm not sure where this story came from. I know I owe its starting line to 99 Red Balloons, but frankly, the rest is a puzzle.

Kensington W8

This is a short story I wrote last year. It's based on scraps of conversation I overhead while buying cushion covers in H&M...

Emma: a monologue

Emma Riley is the lead character from a longer piece that's still in progress. As part of her development I wrote the following short monologue...

Running

Many years ago I had a bit of a panic while on a retreat... as a result I ended up setting off the burglar alarm, waking up 50 or so other attendees at about 1-o-clock in the morning.