The Grime Syndicate (a short story)

All the tea in all the world could never compete with the feeling I experienced some years ago in a single, solitary moment, which was seared in my memory for all time and now resides at the forefront of my consciousness. It happened when I was in the final year of my apprenticeship as aContinue reading “The Grime Syndicate (a short story)”

September Fly

There’s a solitary housefly living in the downstairs toilet. September fly was concieved on a dog turd down the street, hatched out on a rotting pastie by next door’s bins and found it’s way through our spare bedroom window last weekend. Since then, it has patrolled our rooms and corridors on a non-stop reconnaissance missionContinue reading “September Fly”