Tag: short story

  • The Journey into Something

    The Journey into Something

    And what pleasure! What an indefinable sense that in the outing of the inner in the form of writing a union occurred; he felt whole. Boundaries became not porous but non-existent, the joy of concentration felt timeless, without regard to past or future. At what point, he wondered, would this cease?

  • New Deaths

    New Deaths

    I did have some food in but had thought to get in more – in fact I’d decided to learn how to bake bread and had none of the ingredients. But I did not say this. I told him I had run out of cigarettes and peanuts. I said this to appease him; I imagined…

  • The Lang Projector

    The Lang Projector

    Donald Lang only visited his wife on Tuesdays and Fridays. And like every Tuesday and Friday he was done up for it – a wax cotton jacket over a check shirt; tie a neat Windsor knot. His corduroy trousers ended where his stout shoes started. He wore a flat cap.

  • The Invigilators

    The Invigilators

    ‘There’s a lizard behind you,’ the boy said motioning with his head, but not allowing his eyes to leave those of Leopold.