1st Place in the TSS Flash 400 competition (winter)
The gallery’s polished concrete floor gives off an acrid, almost rotten smell; a lecherous odour that force...
“Don’t miss it,” he called, rat-tatting on her bedroom door. Stella lay in bed, half-listening to the uniformed attendants puttering around outside her barred a...
I found him slumped in a chair on the store verandah, fingers shaking on the dregs of a smoke. I nodded like you would for a stranger. He raised his hand like h...
It’s going to rain. I can feel it in my bones, and in the nooks behind my teeth, and in the frizz of my hair. It’s going to rain very soon.
I try to tell Gra...
1st Place in the TSS Flash Fiction 400 Competition (autumn 2018)
My brothers and I line up outside the house, eldest first, as once we did for ‘Santa’. The w...
2nd Place in the TSS Flash Fiction 400 Competition (autumn, 2018)
In letters, they call you the late, as if you’ve failed to turn up for an appointment on ti...
From where she is, she can’t see much. The few flat roofs of grey buildings. The glare from the street lights that frame the car park. In the horizon a single t...
