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.

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...