agfish is a member of WMG.
It was a Wednesday and there were recruiters down out on the football pitch. That surprised Cat. Not the fact that they were at a school – they were always rounding on the schools in the flatlands, …
It was latening dusk, and he was driving up the quicksilver-road with his sister and her boyfriend slumped together in the back seat, dead. He’d turned the temperature down to the negatives, in the …
Toward the back of the lecture theatre a figure fought to conceal a smile. It was a losing battle, and James O’Connell, second year arts under-grad, cast his head down humbly, hiding the smirk. That…
In the year prior to his death, Sara’s grandfather built a mountain. The neighbours – watching speculatively as he hauled the rubblecart up the ever increasing mass of shale and scree – all agre…
On odd days, when the sun rose askance, the boat would arrive.
The heat lashed out in great grey spasms of rage; the sun, a grotesque parody, flickered with a dull malevolence as it darted behind the coiling columns of black oil-smoke. In the trench that he had d…