Other Fiction

It’s cold. Extremely cold. It’s weirdly dark and the last thing I remember was laughing. You know when you die people say you see a beautiful white...

Last Summer, I accidentally killed my baby son. When I learned what happened, I screamed "What have I done?!" I carry a burden and my very soul has...

The All Night Café by Paul McCann Grindlewizers café was a popular spot in the city . It was open all night and people came from everywhere to enjoy...

Some of you may remember that I published some stories, originally written as bedtime stories for my grandson, that involved the two dogs at TURN Education (Packham and India) trying to make sense of their world. Amongst the things that they encountered were moving house and starting again somewhere entirely new, the arrival of all sorts of other animals, including ducks and donkeys, and latterly trying to understand what the pandemic was all about. Sadly, these stories had to come to an end when Packham became unexpectedly ill and died within a few days, leaving us all in shock. I haven't been able to write much more (other than a Christmas story) because India no longer had anyone to talk to, until now...