Time stretched out and contracted in dizzying waves as my breathing became shallow and laboured. The air was thin, dark, hollow. I counted, one minute and twenty-eight seconds, one twenty-nine, one thirty and I gasped for breath, an involuntary impulse, a sudden desperate hitch of the diaphragm. The blood was warm through my fingers, over … Continue reading Short fiction: Evidence, omerta
Six months ago, you whispered through tears, “I love you.” One month ago, I stood next to my car with you, experiencing the dawning realisation that this was going nowhere. I leaned on the door and shuffled my feet as you said I didn’t fit into your life anymore, not now that you were sorting … Continue reading Short fiction: Cigarettes as a metaphor for heartbreak
And in the end, it all came back to energy. Kilojoules, calories, newtons, lumens, decibels, volts...mostly volts. I started to see units of measurement everywhere, numbers to define how something could be experienced, seen, heard, felt, pressed, fuelled, burned, used, destroyed. It started when I read that 2,450 volts of electricity would be passed through … Continue reading Short fiction: Spark
I think an airport is the only place where it’s socially acceptable to drink at seven o’clock on a Tuesday morning. Not that I usually drink anywhere at seven o’clock on any morning, or ever really. My yearly alcohol consumption comes in somewhere around the suggested limit for one week but this feels like a … Continue reading Short fiction: Heartbled and soulrisen
“We need him in bits before we can move him. He’s never going to fit in the car all in one piece and I’m not driving along with a fucking body propped up in the back seat wearing sunglasses and a hat like he’s drunk and we’re on our way home from a party.” “What, … Continue reading Short fiction: To Mother’s farm
I remember when it first began. I was sitting on the living room floor playing with my toy boats, pretending the blue rug was the sea. I arranged the big boats into the areas I had decided were shipping lanes and made sure the smaller boats kept well out of their way. My father, my … Continue reading Short fiction: The Mariana Trench and Everest
I feel bad asking you to do this when you’ve already done so much but I really need you to give her a message for me. The thing is, I have no other way to get in touch with her. I can’t speak to her parents and even if I could, even if they would … Continue reading Short fiction: The ninth step
I’d like to pretend it was completely out of the ordinary for me to be doing lines of speed at five o’clock in the morning, but back then it wasn’t. It had been a rough year. I don’t want to get into why but a lot of things were normal for me then that I … Continue reading Short fiction: What did you expect from drugs and holidays?