Short stories

“She's dead”, wails Elaine into the telephone “What?” replies Catherine, all mock shock and horror “Rosy,” she blubs uncontrollably, ”˜Rosy' “Dead?” “Yes” her mother sobs…

I noticed him huddled amongst the harbor masters and hussies in a down town bar. I don't recall seeing a sadder more dejected looking fellow.…

Her worst were the openings. Tim at the podium, reduced to an artist statement- a jumble of jargon, justification. Explanations he owed no one. Why…

Wendy stepped from out of the change rooms, usually reserved for sweaty sportsman, to meet a coliseum of twenty thousand followers. Upon her entrance some…

Circles for so long After the wake, after the last drunken mourner has left, I make my way to my grandmother's room. Candle wicks burn…

At 5'oclock Mrs Webb was woken by the first signs of dawn flapping in the curtain. She rose quickly, taking a moment to rub arnica…