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My stories


An icy draft swept down the escalator shaft. He had no choice but to continue upwards. It drew him forth to Holborn.

Don't make assumptions

Father and offspring on a northern line tube. Father, Italian we think; children, both outwardly consumed in books. Struck by the artifice of it. Not...

First love

The mother had been told: she always watching, never let from eye. She was told, first: I so sorry, I so sorry. Then, thank god; thank god, thank god...

Goodbye Dad

I posted this back in 2011. It's coming up to 9 years and I think it's a very fitting tribute.

This old life

Moan/meditation that never saw the light of day back in whenever it was, but (SHOCK HORROR) I quite like it!! (reduced to trawling through the old stuff)