The Ugliest Woman on TV
My Dad never took me up the mountain but I took my son there
Blood gauze through the wound of manwax
Dai Pugh's mother believed in luck
I know that, before I can begin, I must introduce myself, even though this story is not about me.
Man in his maggot's hollow
The man, Gabriel, needed to get to LA by Saturday.
Trim this, use an axe
I was out on the garage forecourt taking in the sun when I saw her.
National Vomit Week
A smell like incense. London darkness beyond the window; the deep breath of metal, heavy on the river far below us.
The note you hold, narrowing and rising
Tom is watching a movie with his mistress when something in the story-line touches him, and breaks through his well-constructed façade.
It was about eleven o’clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills.