Reading Kerouac

Just a random bit of prose I conjured up on the bus. Conjured looks weird, doesn’t it? Conjured, conjured, conjured; con-jured. Never mind. Enjoy He isn’t a particular interesting figure. His hair is unkempt and overgrown and bedraggled, like vines, like that of...
Small-Town England

Small-Town England

It is a conscious decision. I allow my feet to carry me across uneven oceans of stone, broken by islands of dirty rain-water like a British, land-locked archipelago. I let them trace broken circuits throughout the town and follow the ghosts of themselves. I try to...

Flash Fiction – Senses – 301 Words

I can see the ocean, its waves pawing at the white-gold sand that lay far below us, and the blinding sun reflected from the normally dull, grey rocks. I can see a spreading crimson move from the rocks towards the horizon, and a cruel, broken whiteness lying amongst...

Flash Fiction – Fat Man & Little Boy – 170 Words

The Fat Man watched, eyeless, as his Little Boy was carried away, gently, nervously. Fat Man tried to weep for the youth, feeling in his metallic heart that it was what Little Boy would expect of him. He listened to the falsified, and yet, heart-rending cries of...

Flash Fiction – Cocaine Years – 409 Words

My friend knelt by the body, its face a mangled wreck, barely recognisable as human. He ran his hands over the body’s chest, searching for a wallet no doubt. Moonlight glittered off broken glass. He made a small, triumphant little noise, almost as if he had solved the...

Flash Fiction – Hello Dad – 100 Words

The knock on the door was the sound of dead feet kicking at the coffin. He knew who it would be, though he had been buried these eighteen long years. He had visited the grave once every six months since then, a routine as sure as the rising of the sun. He had put it...