Cherrypicked stories

Jenny Wilkins made her way across Third Avenue as the roar of the El came to a stop at the 89th St. station. She was determined to make her way to...

Made the marriage and the ceiling! Pic: no © issues

(Horst Rippert, a German fighter, had just learned that one of his 28 kills in wartime was his favourite author.) Strange how he arrived at the truth...

I don't have a toothache today. I rejoice. During my last tooth emergency, I promised myself and God that if this pain went away, I would remeber and...

James is a monologue for an audition. James is a black man, who iis over seventy and has received a terminal prognosis. The brief is for him to be a be a family loving man who is trying to maintain his independence and not be a burden on ohers.

Dear sun, the clock face, winching, winding, up onto fluffed pillow horizon

The rain fell in sheets through the day. At night the thin canvas drenched ripped. Adam could not sleep, the shifting clay Of his dreams turned to...

I was woken by the chimes of the ice cream van, which had been abandoned in the east field since lockdown was announced in the middle of the village...

Frozen in the ground, I found the bones of a forgotten road. Where it was so hard to dig, under scentless layers of pristine snow. An unspoilt drift...