Players

‘What if someone sees?’ I said. He told me not to worry. ‘No one here cares,’ he said. I wasn’t convinced. A man with a dog was walking at the water’s edge, headed in our direction. I sat up. ‘Can we wait?’ I said. ‘Just till he’s passed?’ ‘It’s okay,’ he said. ‘I recognise him. He’s always here. He’s a player. He won’t bother us. Don’t worry, just relax.’ I put my head back onto my left forearm so I could still see the shoreline, and I let him ease my bathers down. ‘It’s not a nudist beach, is it?’ … Continue reading Players

extract from Trophies, a short story (version 2)

The night before I travelled home,  you asked me if I’d confirmed the taxi to pick me up and take me to the airport in the morning. ‘No. I’d better check,’ I said. You watched as I dialled the cab company. The call was very confusing to me. They were too quick to say that it was all booked, so I asked them if they were sure they had the correct address, and they read it back to me, but they got the name of the hotel wrong, and when I pulled the woman up on it, she said it used to … Continue reading extract from Trophies, a short story (version 2)

extract from Trophies, a short story

The night before I travelled home,  Sioux asked me if I’d confirmed the taxi to pick me up and take me to the airport in the morning. ‘No. I’d better check,’ I said. He watched as I dialled the cab company. The call was very confusing to me. They were too quick to say that it was all booked, so I asked them if they were sure they had the address correct, and they read it back to me, but they got the name of the hotel wrong, and when I pulled the woman up on it, she said it … Continue reading extract from Trophies, a short story

Melissa

All I wanted to do was lie in the thick late-afternoon light and watch the spider in the corner of the ceiling, and listen to the cars passing outside the window, and drift in and out of sleep. But of course I couldn’t. Not while Melissa was there, threatening to talk about every little thing that came to her mind. I closed my eyes again. I imagined her gone. I focussed on the quiet. It was so peaceful. I think I may have dropped off for a second, and when I opened my eyes, I thought she’d slipped away, bored … Continue reading Melissa

It Used To Be Our Game

I try to change the subject. I talk to her about the beach – a place she likes to be. She once told me she’d like to die on the beach, in the sun, as people walk by. No one would really be sure if she were dead, or just sunbaking, she said. I told her then to be less morbid. She said she wasn’t being morbid, just conscious of the need for a happy death. I tell her that today’s going to be a hot day, and that the night will be hot too, and that we can go … Continue reading It Used To Be Our Game