The Back Of The Head
He does not remember how that kick felt, that knocked him out last night. But he thinks he will always remember how badly these crooked, ugly scratches stung when he put on his cologne this morning. That’s the stuff I’ll always remember, he thinks. Always.
Arborglyph; Or, a Nursery Rhyme
From beneath the paupers bridge he looked upwards, outwards, away, to the hill up on high, across cobbled stone and busy street, up to the Hangman's Tree…
Missing
The details of the case came flooding back into Nick’s mind. A boy named Isaac, two years younger than him. No history of depression, no suicide note, no money to his name. Six months of fundraising and river-dredging and police appealing for any information at all. No body, no ideas, just four siblings and two parents, horrified and distraught.
The Wrong Cut
When Jane first mentioned the idea of divorce, Pete was too busy looking down at his trousers to really hear or understand her. He was frowning, so Jane took his expression for that of a man who knew what was happening to him.