Category Archives: Short Fiction

It hits me at exactly the same moment every time. We have come off the motorway, taken the third exit and headed along the looping dual carriageway. The familiar farms and fields fly past on either side. We pass a couple of back roads that I know from the days I used to take myContinue reading “Hometown”

Few things are as satisfying as seeing the train, your train, poke it’s head out around the corner of the platform like a tortoise emerging from it’s shell. The noise of the engine approaching, an ever so slight change in the air as wind is pushed in your direction. It is the match that lightsContinue reading “The Last Train Home”

Airport Terminal. Hour to flight. Goodbye Mannheim. For now. I’m tired. Might sleep on the plane. Back hurts. Left hand side. Think from when I helped that fit girl with her bag on the stairs. Typical. The gate change is welcome. Little girl screaming her head off at the last one. Was starting to grateContinue reading “‘Chasing the Tram’- Part 5: ‘Goodbye.’”

Christmas is coming. I love it. I’m in a great time of my life. Everything is coming together. Except money. I still have none of that. But alas. Got a new jacket. Another one. I buy lots of jackets. Starting to be a bit of a shopaholic. St Nicholas’s Day Tomorrow. The Dutch celebrate ChristmasContinue reading “‘Chasing the Tram’- Part 4- ‘Christmas, Cinema and Clogged Sinks.’”

Me. And me now. Joyce. Ulysses. Ages since I’ve read any. He’s a clever fucker. Too clever for me. But I got what he’s doing. At least. Me. And me now. Me now is happy. Mannheim is shining through the icy breeze of winter. Christina. Christina. She’s new. She’s different. And that’s amazing. She makes me laugh.Continue reading “‘Chasing the Tram’- Part 3- ‘Coffee and Joyce.’”

Venice in the morning is lovely. Best time of the day. Not too hot. Not too busy. Allows for a wonderfully Italian look of jacket but with sunglasses. I think I look Italian. People tell me that. Shame I can’t speak it really. I feel like this is where I’m meant to be. Sat onContinue reading “‘Chasing the Tram’- Part 2- ‘Venice.’”

“Chasing the Tram” is a collection of fragments from a kind of stream of consciousness diary that I kept during my year abroad in Mannheim, Germany. I have recently returned to them and have rearranged and rewritten them into segments that will be posted over the coming weeks and months. Here is the first, whichContinue reading “‘Chasing the Tram’- Part 1: ‘Morning.’”