Drowning
“No wonder someone wants you dead.” The portly, middle-aged man lying at my feet snored into the muddy sand that cushioned his ruddy face when he finally collapsed and lost consciousness after drinking himself into…
Bad Coffee, Hearing Aids, and the Grim Reaper
The gnarled oak stood resolute, its branches splayed like mourning fingers. Underneath, the Grim Reaper stood silent, his tattered cloak devouring the dawn’s frail light. In an outstretched hand he held a scythe, its blade…
The Incoming Tide
The Incoming Tide. Newcastle was cold that evening in late July. Andrew leant on a railing on the headland at Nobby’s lighthouse, cigarette dangling from his fingers. On one side the sea raged, pounding…
At The Shore Between Worlds
Adrian sat on the shore, forlorn and insignificant against the white, gleaming sand that cocooned his body. He clutched fistfuls of the warm sand, then let his arm hang in the air. Slowly, he unfurled…
The Mysterious Alpha
The she-wolf was sitting with the younger pups, teaching them to read. The Director of the orphanage walked over to them, frowning as she bit her lip. “Is something wrong?” The girl asked. “I don’t…