Category: Words

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Letter Writing

Many years ago, I stayed with a friend in Kendal. He was a locum in the hospital and was living in nurses’ quarters. The room was nothing much, a tiny space with a single bed, a wardrobe, a desk and a window through which we watched with genuine joy as...

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The Cock of Marrakech

His puny brain was only capable of meagre thought, but he knew this – the dawn was his. “I!” he had yelled out, time and again. “I rule this place! Am I not the king? Look at my crown!” But his pleas were futile. No one could hear him over...

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Aldo’s Name Day

Martin read the menu at the restaurant under the market. Looked like it was meat, onions and beer territory. Well, it could be worse. He took a seat. He ordered a local beer and a plate of ćevapi – some sort of sausage. As he sipped his beer he thought,...

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Cakes

“Oh Tata,” Gorana said. “Do we have to go in there? Can’t we just call?”
“Don’t be a silly girl,” he said. “I know these people. We’ll just pop in for a drink and then we can ask Visnja about the cakes.”
“It’s just so full of old men,” she muttered under her breath, but followed her father into the bar.

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Little By Little

The conductor walks up and down the small train – just one car – clipping tickets, nodding to old acquaintances, selling tickets to those who get on at the small stations. Every day he travels from Karlovac to Bubnjarci and back again, following the river, passing under the castle on...

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The Swing

Her message said to meet at sunset at the playground behind his mother’s old apartment. They hadn’t been there for years – what could she want? All the worst possibilities ran through his head on high repeat. She was pregnant, she had met someone else, she had found out that...

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A Warm Bottle

His shift being almost over, he walks into the kafić, sits at the counter and orders a beer. “But not out of the fridge!” he barks at the konobar. “It’s too fucking cold. Like a nun’s cunt. Ha!” “No, no,” says the konobar, taking a beer out of the fridge....

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New – Flash Fiction!

Hello gentle readers! I know that you’re all really keen to be picking up more of what I’m putting down. So I’m very pleased to announce the launch of my new project ‘Friday Flash Fiction’. Every Friday I’ll be publishing a new short fiction piece – under 500 words, or...

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Trollopey Women

I have a bit of an on-again-off-again love affair with Anthony Trollope. I recently completed what could only be called a Trollope marathon, smashing out a Palliser novel every 1-2 weeks. I’m not even sure if I enjoyed them, I just had to get through them. But they did make...

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Google’s Specs

No matter how connected you are, do you ever sometimes get the impression that Google just doesn’t get you? It’s no secret that I love books. I love them so much I frequently fall asleep with one on my chest, under the pillow, on the floor, over my face… sometimes...