So Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat, and I have far too much wrapping, decorating and general sorting left to do. The heady optimism of having everything done soon after the switching on of the Christmas lights a few weeks ago has vanished thanks to general busy-ness and I’m at the stage I … Continue reading On 12 Books for Christmas (part 1)
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Dusk in Cambridge
Dusk in Cambridge. Above the jumble of ancient church spires and modern concrete monstrosities, the sun begins to dim and slowly sinks from view, swallowed by the desolate fenland to make way for the heavy cloak of night. And with the dark comes the quiet. The market stalls are long gone, lectures are finished and … Continue reading Dusk in Cambridge
The Wrong Escape
This opening to a story is inspired by a recurring dream I had, where a couple of friends appeared in my room in Florence, swore and jumped out the window. I never stayed asleep long enough to work out why they did that. “Fuck you!” he shouted, jumping from the window. Wilkins sighed. It was … Continue reading The Wrong Escape
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