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Written c. July 2007. (CP: This is a work of short fiction.) The alarm woke me and the three o’clock news began emanating throughout the bedroom. The trains are running late, there’s an election coming up, Arsenal lost again this morning. I turned the radio off and packed up the junk from last night into … Continue reading

Sleeping With Nicolas

Written c. September 2005. (CP: This is a work of short fiction. It won a university literature award.) After a few nights he insisted that the window be left open so that he could hear the water. The wind would come through the flyscreen with a surreptitious whistle, hypnotising us in our stupor. The added … Continue reading