The tall man in a green polo neck climbed down the fire escape ladder and ran to the car. His shiny brown leather shoes rang on the concrete pavement. As he reached the car he gasped two long hard breaths as his grabbed at the neck of the jumper. His other hand fumbled for his… Read more

She walks with tiny steps, which are designed to make her look as if she is floating. This only works if she wears long flowing skirts, but she only has rags now, the stained and ripped remnants of once fine garments. So her gait looks stumbling, as if her feet are tied together. Perhaps she’ll… Read more

As the days lengthened and summer approached, Anton thought of Anna Sergeyevna and her little Pomeranian, white against the hot black cobbles of Yalta. In the mornings he would write, and each evening walk the warming lanes of Alushta. Try as he might, he could not forget her fragile beauty, her grey eyes and tearful… Read more

Nazi ducks attacked the swan and killed it. Dark red blood stained its white feathers, and its black eyes misted grey. They were no end of trouble, the ducks, and when the parish council said they’d pay five pounds for every Nazi duck killed Mr Greenwitch got a greedy look across his fat face. He… Read more

’Any and all extraneous, superfluous or suspicious nipples will be kept private and confidential’. The sign reassured me a little. Still, I was nervous. This would be my first full body massage. Next to me in the tiny lobby, sat an old lady with one of those permanently slanted, shaky heads. Across from us, filling… Read more