Category: Short Stories

I woke up the next morning with a cloud hanging over me. One day, I resolved, I was gonna start sleeping indoors. My editor came

As I rounded the corner off Northumberland Street, I found Arendt leaning under a streetlight casting shadows round her eyes. The rest of her was

When I took my eyes off the point in the sky where she’d vanished, I noticed a silhouette at the end of the alleyway. Whoever

I walked down Northumberland Street, confronted once again by the pond-scum of humanity. Buskers competed for noise with the street preachers yelling at passers-by stood

Note: the protagonist of this sordid tale is a self-insert. However, the writer has assured the editorial team that he has been faithful and accurate