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. To view my new photography website, visit www.tonyclerkson.com For more detailed information, click here.
Just as it was getting to the stage where things couldn't get much worse, McKenna sliced off the lid of his digit and bled all over the lunch.
It was a tin of sardines. He had been trying to open them with a Swiss Army knife and a sandy boulder. The boulder kept disintegrating, causing his concentration to err, and off went his fingertip, taking with it the last chance of sustenance for the foreseeable future.In time, the wound would recover, but there were more immediate concerns. It was stifling. We had no water and, now, we had no food to go with it. I felt like I was stuck in a lift. Taking a deep breath, I reflected on the situation.We were sitting by a sliproad onto a motorway, halfway to the middle of nowhere in the Basque heartland. We were supposed to be in Greece, but had stumbled across a one-way ticket t…
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Zoe, Camden Town
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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