Tonight:

from a crisp, flaming vermilion to a tattered terracotta. How often have we seen it, the open triangle of unrequited love, flapping like a Tibetan prayer flag in the Himalayan wind. No hope of closure, forever open to the elements. Strung out to fade with time from a...

The Quiet Wedding:

“What, you’ve got cat bells on a dress?” This story came to me just before COVID, following a conversation with a lovely couple with whom I was sharing a table in my local micro pub The Dog and Rabbit. I later became good friends and was sad to lose...

The Broken Doll: Chapter Eleven.

He unwrapped the package to reveal the doll. Tahir ibn ‘Abdallah was not a man to get on the wrong side of. His temper was lightning quick and his patience, non-existent. His Excellency possessed narcissism and misogyny in equal measures having no respect for...

ThevBroken Doll: Chapter Ten. (Missing Chapter).

She felt his obvious arousal as he placed her on the torn cushions. Tahrir placed both hands on Soraya’s head pulling her towards him. He glared at Mustafa. “That will be all. Prepare to move out. The tree will be in Samarra in two days. I want to be there...

Three Words: Part Three.

He looked up at the display, waiting for it to turn to English. He could neither believe his action nor her compliance with it. As she took a seat beside him, he felt her thigh brush his. Instantly, he brought his legs together but the prickly tingle lingered at the...

Three Words. Part Two.

She watched him gaze around at all of the things she took for granted She took a seat on the train, just like all of the others, only she wasn’t like them, the others. Fair enough, she looked like them, same hair, dark and straight, same eyes large and brown, even the...