Hello there. Big changes afoot. This website is being dismantled. Well, it's going to become a writing only site. There will be a separate one for photography. The novel is being discontinued. It's finished, but I don't like it so I'm not posting it. Sorry about any inconvenience there, but I wrote it years ago and I simply haven't the stamina to rip it apart and re-write it to my satisfaction. The short stories will remain and hopefully be added to. Cheers
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The trees across the park lined up to present an equidistant row of weirdness. It looked as if the tree teacher had been supervising growth.'Into single file and touch the shoulder of the one in front of you.'Except now they couldn’t. The Council had been round to chop the ends off their branches leaving them only with stumps. It was a good shot. Eddie wondered briefly about nipping home to get the camera but quickly talked himself out of the idea. There were pressing issues to be dealt with. He had to drive Dan to the outer limits and return him to North London with a car load of his possessions. The end of a chapter. Dan and Jo are separate entities. They’ve jacked it in. Or, Dan has jacked Jo in. For reasons of 'mental stability' he has decided to call it a day. And so, on this day of glorious sunshine, the hott…
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In The Shadow Of The Buachaille
He was still new, Jamesie, a bit unsure, sitting on the bench with the rest of them waiting for the six beeps. They kicked their heels and double-dragged their cigarettes, the initial banter reduced …
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I take my place at the end of a row of seats, using my jumper as a pillow against the Perspex divider and prepare to watch the show. The Northern Line, a tableau of freaks, weirdos and preternatura…
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They weren't there. There was supposed to be ten to fifteen of them, a dozen at least, but here he was, on his own. The place was choc-a-bloc too.
How come they weren't there?The swea…
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