The Fisherman – a creepy tale

When I was in my late teens, I loved to cycle the 10 miles or so to the Epsom Stewpond to start fishing at first light in the summer holidays. Amid the excitement of trying to catch tench before the morning heat put them off their food, the atmosphere of the deserted lake could be eerie, as I hope this story captures.

I entered this story in a Writer’s Magazine competition, and I am pleased to say that it was short-listed.

Devil’s Fruit

This is a very dark-humoured tale of the perils of dinner parties

A bad day for the Kintbury Kanute

You own a museum that is unpopular and out ranked on Trip Adviser? How would you take advantage of an unexpected arrival from Colorado?

The Man-Baby

A sensitive and comedic short story of what could happen if you find a stranger in your shed

Shot to Shit!

A short story based on the perils of over-eating in a job-centric environment

Road Trip

This is a dark tale confirming why it isn’t always a good idea to teach Pythagorus and hitch hike