Back in the days when we still had dreams, when Gabriel Garcia Marquez was God, we'd stare out over the sprawl of London town and fant...

Part 1 On his first day back, Grayson turned in to work two hours late. We'd crashed out with the back doors open and had woken up st...

It was one of those tawdry summer evenings and all I could think about was the heat. It was everywhere, stuffy and humid and crucifying ...

Spring had come to London. From out the death and rot of winter came forth the fragile green beginnings of life, and from the tips of ...

At just gone seven my heart darkened. She heard me stop typing, waited for some minutes, and then asked “What's happened?” “I need t...

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