Short Story: Pooh Bear in Chelsea

‘Imagine a short tubby bear walking down here’, said daddy. ‘Where do you think he’d be going?’ That was a tricky question. This is a long road. Where do bears go on the King’s Road? ‘I don’t know.’ ‘What do…

Short Story: Hide Out at Stamford Bridge

‘Shit, what do we do?’ These men had guns. Who were they? What did they want? And why had this romantic surprise turned into a night from hell? It all happened so quickly and Alison was scared. Yvan squeezed her hand tightly.  He…

Short Story: Brief Encounter on the Number 19

I had been walking for a while since leaving Soho, following another random after work drinks. By the time I had reached Hyde Park, the novelty of walking home on a summer’s evening had worn off, so I jumped onto…


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