Crime

13 The Golden Arcade 10

10 Detective Sergeant Simmonds was a plain clothes detective with messy blond hair, a 1970s moustache, and thick-rimmed specs. Bart thought that if...

12 The Golden Arcade 9

9 Three-storey Victorian terraced houses lined both sides of the long street, ranked like beige militia, ragged, tough and intimidating. Athelstan...
Cherry

A Little More

The heavy thrum, thrum, thrum of the rain against the window is hypnotic. I’m staring at the paper on the desk and nothing is coming to me. The...

11 The Golden Arcade 8

8 He was staring at the phone when she tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped. He spun around only for her to appear on the other side of him,...

Presidential Crime

Soon all the trees will be fallen - scorched to sterile, by a distant blinding light. Activated by the darkness, of man's own irrational mind as you...

HE WANDERED THE STREETS

He wandered the streets Clothed in tattered rags

10 The Golden Arcade - Bart's email

An email form Bartholomew Crowe to Colin Crowe: 13/11/17 1058. Hi Granddad. First off. I’m not dead, so don’t worry. Second, I am sorry. I should...

Truth That Is

The Truth That Is - By Paul McCann In cities around the world innocent people are being killed in random attacks . Guns and knives taking lives ...
Gold cherry

Dross

With a cross-nibbed pen, in blobby black ink, I scratch my message in prescription script on the back of a supermarket till-receipt (Image from my own camera).

09 The Golden Arcade 7 (revised)

7 Zack’s room was tidy. The bed made. The desk clear. No clothes. No books. Posters and magazine cuttings covered the walls. All were music related...