I have 85 stories published in
11 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 40732 times and 67 of my stories have been cherry picked.
she lifts a blue cloche to her ear; wonders why it does not ring.
Later, I hear the A12 sigh across a freshly ploughed field, embossed by the moans of sheep.
This morning, Towser had a running with some kind of buck-toothed woodland creature.
My heart is racing. I feel as if I have just watched some early Faraday cage experiment or witnessed the ghoulish formation of Mr. Hyde in Dr. Jekyll’s cobweb bestrewn lab. Probes pushed to the head. Clenched teeth. The power of a trillion charged electrons racing through white-hot nerves. Cross oneself. Cross oneself.
This morning, the gracious martyr Biscuit was laid to rest. Beth MSN’d me a grainy photo of his fluffy form laid out supine in a Fortnum & Mason hamper. Tilda was wearing all black.