Short Story: The Red Chair
I climbed through the hatch of the Icarus Space Rocket and strapped myself into the cockpit next to Captain Johnson. I yawned the seatbelts diagonally across my silvery-moon spacesuit, feeling Continue Reading
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I climbed through the hatch of the Icarus Space Rocket and strapped myself into the cockpit next to Captain Johnson. I yawned the seatbelts diagonally across my silvery-moon spacesuit, feeling Continue Reading
I’m standing at the back of a derelict-industrial-unit-come-design-studio just off the main drag in Notting Hill and my set designer Jackie P is mincing around in stone-washed jeans that he Continue Reading
This is a short story I wrote for online magazine Brilliant Flash Fiction. I was thrilled that it was republished in their anthology Hunger, which launched in Denver, Colorado. The Continue Reading
It was a glorious summer’s day and it seemed like all of Tuscany had come to The Luca Cathedral of San Martino to celebrate the wedding of Maria Vincenzo and Continue Reading
So I’m lying on the chiffon rug in the presidential suite of the Maynard Hotel, staring up at the shimmering chandelier dancing light across the vast universe of space surrounding Continue Reading
President Jack West is sitting in his red leather chair in the oval office, reading the file marked “Confidential” on his desk. Two star spangled banners flag him either side, Continue Reading
Tiny droplets of rain are sunbathing on my bay windows, obscuring the view of the beautiful skies beyond. Through the glass, I can see a terrace of old England, redbrick Continue Reading
We were desperately, madly, obsessively happy; the sort of delirious happiness that rises and falls in the pit of your stomach and then makes you move the silence with a Continue Reading