Love Stories
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Short Stories
Marmite, Diamantés and Fuzzy Carpets
Clare had asked if she wanted them to stay the night; rent a room at the hotel across town. Isabelle had laughed as she unpacked pots and pans, picking up the sandwich toaster in the shape of a cow that friends from home gave as a leaving present, bending over to put it in a kitchen cupboard.
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Little Leftovers
I have my little theory about Andy Warhol: the silver wigged über-voyeur with his coterie of drugged-up freaks and fairies should be blamed for the decline of popular art since the late seventies. One day I’ll explain this in a deeply profound essay. Not now though.
Short Stories
Tail Feathers
At first light of dawn, just as the sky is tinged with pink across the mountain tops and the dew glistens in the first rays, he is up and ready, alert and on the move. Ready to take on every comer in defence of his one – or two or three – true loves.
Short Stories
Triptych part 1 of 3
Everyone told me it would be fine. My hometown’s a decent size, and although you often bump into neighbours in the street, into people you knew from sixth form, I didn’t think it likely we’d meet. I didn’t think he’d still be around, figured he might have moved to London like he always said he would. I imagined he’d have stopped shopping in the stores we used to go to. I shouldn’t have assumed everything would change after I left.
Erotic Short Stories
Self Portrait
It was hot enough to fry chips; the air smelt of pencil sharpenings; the sky was tinged with violet; and Carolyn felt weird. She had been restless in her study, and had gone out with nowhere in particular to go. She had driven to the gym, and sat in her car watching perfectly toned people in perfectly accessorised tracksuits stroll in and out before driving off. She had gone to the mall and drifted with the currents, finding nothing and no-one of any interest.
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