Behind The Scenes: Penny Drops

This is the “Behind the Scenes” post for this week’s story, “Penny Drops”, which you can read here if you haven’t already This one didn’t really come together in the same way as the others. Penny’s a character that I’ve had in my mind for quite a while, although I’ve never had a surname for […]

Penny Drops

It was near closing time in the castle. If they weren’t the last visitors, they at least weren’t far off. Penny was standing at the wall, looking out of one of the small cross-shaped windows. She’d had enough of imagining herself as a twelfth-century archer, and was now simply savouring the warm afterglow of Earl […]

The Onyx Ring

“Don’t move, and you won’t get hurt.” The sawn-off barrel of the shotgun waves an inch from the bald man’s face. “I’m sure we can come to some arrangement,” he says, smiling. “Just give me the money,” the man shouts. “I just want the money.” “How much money do you want?” the bald man asks. […]

Next Time, Be More Careful

The moon is full; I can feel it. I can feel the change in my legs, feel the skin ripping and tearing, the transformation beginning. The pain is almost unbearable for a few minutes as my legs change shape, my chest changes, the hair changes. My family won’t recognise me any more. Even my thoughts […]

Leo’s Last Show

The old man scratched at his beard as he walked. He looked through the bars of the cage, past the old lion, watching the sun going down on the horizon. “Hey there, Leo old lad,” he said, softly. He billed himself as the gipsy lion tamer, of vaguely eastern European extraction, from a town no […]

The Killer, Unmasked (If, Never part 3)

This is the third part in a trilogy. If you haven’t read them yet, then I recommend reading “If, Never” and “Jenkins Is The Problem” first… “What’s this?” Eric asked, looking through the recent photos. Lusha looked away from her canvas and back at the screen. “Hmm?” she pondered. “Looks like the building over the […]

If, Never

I caught the bus at quarter to seven, as I normally do. It’s the usual grey route to work. Grey tower blocks, grey concrete walls, grey gardens, grey weather. And then we get to the first stop, and on she gets. I think her name is Jennifer: that is, I hope it is. She’s tall, […]

How The Moon Sings

“You’re late.” “I’m sorry,” Helena says. “The Metro…” “Bien. Come in.” Helena didn’t admit to standing outside the house, nerves jangling, pacing up and down, trying to summon the courage to press on the bell. She looks around the house. It’s clean, well-kept, neutral colours, open spaces. This is the expensive side of Paris, far […]

Grimgreen

“Now,” said a voice behind Pluve, “I’m not saying double entry bookkeeping is just writing it down twice. I mean, y’know, it is, in a way, but…” The gnome took his change and picked up the tray. “Excuse me,” he said, trying to elbow past the centaur, carefully holding the tray in both hands. “Sorry, […]

Florence

At the age of seventy-three, Florence felt she understood death. She didn’t really know very much about it, but she had heard the word. She had lost people. So she had some memory of it, some vague notion of yearning for souls lost. There was no sunlight in this barn. No clear road. She felt […]