I Am 11

I am eleven years old. It’s a Saturday night and me and my sister are at our dad’s. To be more accurate I’m under the window of the bedroom we share, reading a comic while my sister is on the other side of the bedroom door trying to get in. Doing his best to prevent... Continue Reading →

She’s The One

Terry holds up his bus pass for inspection, doing his best to replicate the broad grin on its photo. Unimpressed the driver waves him on, his dead eyes already on the old lady behind. “Aren’t you gonna check it?” Terry asks. The driver glances back at him, “you getting on or what?” “I’m just saying,... Continue Reading →

The Smack

He’s late, but then he always is. It probably doesn’t help that I’m always early, but there you go. It’s hot. One of those days where it feels like the pavement’s going to catch fire. I could really go a pint and I’m half tempted to just go ahead and order. It feels wrong sitting... Continue Reading →

I Am 26

I am 26 years old. I moved to Sweden a little over a year ago and have just completed my Swedish language course. According to my school I can now speak Swedish to a reasonable level. They’re wrong though, I can’t. Unless I’m drunk, I find Swedish quite intimidating. I do my best, but my... Continue Reading →

I Am 5

I am five years old. Our family day out at the seaside has ended badly. In seething silence my parents march me up the concrete ramps that cross the train tracks at Chalkwell train station. They're annoyed, very annoyed. It's all my fault as they make abundantly clear whenever there is no one else around.... Continue Reading →

Golden Years

“He’s outside now. I can see him through the window,” Florence tells the policewoman on the other end of the line. “Okay. Is this the same man as last time, Florence?” the policewoman asks. “Call me Flo dear, everybody calls me Flo.” “The man outside Flo, is he the same person you reported last Monday?”... Continue Reading →

Bowie & Me 3

Ashes to Ashes was the first time I recall connecting Bowie with anything. I was seven years old when it arrived and already knew and liked Space Oddity despite having no idea who actually sang it. Back then I never took much notice of who was behind the songs that escaped from the little radio... Continue Reading →

The Good Samaritan

I spotted him a mile off. Staggering along, doing his best to stay upright. By the time I catch up with him he’s slowly sliding along the boarded-up windows of what used to be Woolworths, but is now just another stop on the fly-poster’s route. “You alright there?” No reaction. “Hello. H e l l... Continue Reading →

I Am 9

I am nine years old and going to school in Laindon, despite the fact that I live in Pitsea. The big day has arrived. I can't remember exactly which one of them it was, it might have been Princess Margaret or possibly Anne, I'm fairly sure it wasn't The Queen. To be honest though it's... Continue Reading →

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