Anything that comes out of the little creative writing course I am doing.

The Base Rate Fallacy

I walk out the Old Bailey in disgust and go back to Bunhill Fields. Back to Blake, Bunyan, and Bayes. The police tape is long gone but you can see...

Dry Air

In a long, dark, forgotten room a man pulls a box from a shelf of boxes and drops it heavily onto the floor. He has hung his jacket on the steel...


Six years ago my then employer sent me to Dorset for three days, and since my then employer was myself he chose to reduce costs by having me stay...