Pill Press
Cooper Whitmore, aging clubber and hardcore raver of just over a decade, lay on his bed shivering, jaw aching and teeth chattering with the worst…
If Our Holdens Were Fords
It was just an ordinary, laid back Saturday afternoon in October in the outer Melbourne suburb of Doveton. The seasons had just changed from winter…
Round Tower
Standing on the slippery, moss-blanketed stone wall’s edge of the round tower, I gaze down as the autumn rain falls from the black sky into the…
Just Easy
Milton Keynes, England. Today is your 18th birthday. Lasers and strobe lights lead you away from the pitch black freezing winter night as Christmas…
Queen’s Park
I’m sitting by myself in a rear booth next to a pool table in O’Malley’s on Kilburn High Road. Taking in the calm before the storm, watching football…
Warrior’s Code
Thursday Alex jogged through the footpaths of Staunton Country Park at a steady pace, watching his breath fly away into the woods. After every three…
Linguistic Disorientation
Giovanni sat at the kitchen table gazing into his cup of espresso whilst slowly smoking a Winfield Blue. He’d not had a wink of sleep and was…
Waverley Old Boys’ Club
Two scruffy old alcoholics named Rab and Jimmy are sitting in a bar opposite Edinburgh Waverley railway station nursing their pints of Caledonia…
Harry’s Burden
Harry boarded the train at Hamilton Square and sat in the nearest empty seat he could find, which happened to be opposite a woman around retirement…
Lunatic Asylum
“Another pint of Davenport’s and a Bushmills chaser please, Steve,” said Mickey as “My Little Son (England’s Motorway)” by the Dubliners played on…
