Reunion

A short piece of fiction Last time we met up, the count was sixty. Three years later, with no reunions organised in that time due to the closed borders and restricted travel, and it's six. And what do we talk about? The oldies, the deaths of pets, dogs mainly, and football. No mention of those … Continue reading Reunion

What Happens Before the Writing?

Pre-writing is a thing for me. I have pages and pages of 'stuff' that relates to some aspect of the story. Snippets of conversation, an overheard argument between unknown characters, sounds, places, objects. I particularly like rambling about the history of the place they're in. How it started, why it started, when it grew beyond … Continue reading What Happens Before the Writing?

A Simple Act – Short Story

“Put more logs on the fire!” Xera grabbed the basket she’d brought in. A few sticks remained, but no wood. “It’s too hot already,” the old man whined. “And fire won’t help.” Xera tossed the kindling into the flames and slammed the empty wire cage on the table. “Where is the wood?” “There!” He pointed … Continue reading A Simple Act – Short Story

Gaming It

A short story. The system stinks. The knobs turn the screws and pressure the plebs. Me, I'm the dirt under the feet of the plebs. A nobody with nothing going nowhere fast. It wasn't always this way. I was on an upward trajectory, a rising star in the world of sports and entertainment. Give me … Continue reading Gaming It

Kaoticat

"You talkin' to me, punk?" That's the cat, whose name was once Slinky. He's a real spy-cat, a super-hero who can leap tall bookcases in a single bound - especially late at night when the walls vibrate with human purring, and he thinks they should either be quiet, or - the better option - get … Continue reading Kaoticat