Fiction Writing
'He's very proud of it,' Agnes looked out the kitchen window, sipping from her G & T. Her friend, Winnie, peered out alongside her. There were a series of bumps and bangs from the skewed wooden shed, before Archie emerged from the door. 'At least it's kept him occupied for the summer.' Winnie commented. 'It's … Continue reading VIEW ASKEW
The car swept him through the city. As he looked out he saw the city he had built. The banks, the hotels, the casinos - he owned a piece of all of them. An empire that seemed impregnable. An empire that could no longer protect him. He thought back. That weekend in the country. Meeting … Continue reading THE FALL
The Encore, Downtown Vegas. Glitz and glamour away from the gaudy Strip and the drug-riddled suburb slums. The waitresses. All young, slim, white. Wearing just enough. There's Roxy. Wearing just enough to conceal the mic. All the big guns will be there: Sam G., Carlos, Big Joe. He's trusted enough to organise the AGM. He's … Continue reading ROXY
All kinds of strap shoes hang in rows. Black, red, white, tan. Thoughts coalesce. Her shoes on the bedroom closet. Shoes for every occasion. Imelda Marcos-scale collection. He burned them all. The clothes too. The closet, the bedroom, the house. All up in flames. It had to look real. They found the charred remains. They … Continue reading IN A MANILA MARKET
The affair had been stupid, a typical middle-aged spasm to prove there was still life in the old dog. The grey tarmac rolled on in front of him, miles of it already lay behind. On the horizon ahead, blue sky met blue sea. 'Why the hire car?' she had asked when she had picked him … Continue reading THE ROAD WELL TRAVELLED
