I’ve never written a dirty, gritty gangster story before, and, unfortunately, I still haven’t. Here’s a very stupid tale, up at Philosophical Idiot.
A new one about giving away something you don’t like much. Read it at Spelk Fiction.
A story about death. Or is it? Find out at Foliate Oak now!
I’m really excited to feature in the new anthology The Word For Freedom: Short Stories of Women’s Suffrage. Published by Retreat West, the book raises money for crisis charity Hestia. You can only read my story, Enid Is Going On A Journey – and all the other wonderful tales – by buying a copy, which you can do here. Available in either print or digital flavours, according to your taste.
There’s some background to this one – unusual, I know. This story is inspired by the time I was in North Wales and saw a woman sitting at table in her window, knitting but staring out at passers-by, with a sign saying ‘Free Lego’ next to her. That’s the inspiration for this one, up now at Ellipsis Zine.
A poem, of a sort, about the social isolation of the non-tea drinker in Britain.
A new one, about the selling of lab-grown babies, is on p14 of the new issue of Riggwelter Press here.