Cherrypicked stories

More than a hint of the high school prefect.

I stole some midget gems. I felt sick when I ate them. Because they were yours, And you had cancer.

I was out on the scavenge, a long trawl up along the Barking creek, round the stumpy brown box buildings and across the A13..

Curled up under the polyester duvet in Great Chesterford Alice's face is a billboard. She dreams of limes rolling off kitchen counters, swimming pools with open grates. It's too hot on the patio,

Very silly sci-fi, I just wanted to write something with a spaceship in it

(18/04/06) Written for the photograph http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/31651711/

" Once Over Lightly " The Salon looked innocuous enough. It sat quietly in the corner of a small suburban Plaza. " New Age Tanning Salon" read the corporate logo, in large and colorful letters. The lights glowed brightly through the early morning gloom. " Open 24 hrs., beckoned the flashing neon. It was a welcome that few apparently resisted.

The front door frowns as I approach, its post box mouth turned down in disappointment. Shame burns in my cheeks as I remember my hasty departure last night, tail between my legs. I don't have a key. My knuckles graze the wood and I think can hear her footsteps in the hall. I bend down and prise open the letterbox, I push my hand through the inside flap and peer inside. Stale alcohol and burnt toast reaches my nostrils. My jacket hangs on the hat stand, the key in the right hand pocket, tantalising out of reach.

Your grandmother's ring, a diamond propeller