David had never married. He wasn’t sure he’d ever had the opportunity, and it seemed rather too late now.
Category: Short Story
The Ballad of Mac & Jo
At the north end of Les Banques, on top of a scrappy little rise, there is a bench.
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...
France 2009: Day 10
A long time ago, before my daughter was born, we decided to to take our campervan for a pootle around France. I kept a rough journal of our trip and have only recently started fleshing it out. This is day 10...





