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My stories


He Draws Birds.

John Patten wasn’t long out of Police Training College at Hendon. He’d been assigned a beat that took him through an affluent part of Paddington,...

Rules Are Rules.

A short extract from something much, much longer that i've been working on. Our family have rules. And they’re simple rules. You hurt us and we’ll...

Last Train To Memphis.

There was something about the old guy sitting at the corner table of Max’s Diner. Something that the owner couldn’t quite put his finger on. He’d...

The Away Fan.

I’ve got an itch that I can’t scratch. You know what I mean. Something that just won’t go away. It could be nothing or it might just be something. It...

Holding Hands.

My mind wanders. Is that the right word? I don’t know, perhaps I’ll ask Mary when she gets home from work. It’s sunny outside but cold. I’m guessing...