The Car Park

"Rain might stop play, but there is always the car."

Glass mottled by fat raindrops obscured them from discovery in the underlit car park. Only the diffused moonlight threw milky shadows against their bodies. It felt exciting and tawdry; the danger of being discovered outweighed by the need for gratification.His...

Full Moon

"Synchronised with its phases..."

Hot air scorches my lungs, and I have lust for blood. I am full of their vitality as a slippery emulsion and mumble broken syllables. By delicious degrees, as one climax ebbs, another swells to its summit.My limbs are not...

Little Bird

"She bristled with subdued distress, holding a suitcase."

What should I tell her? That her daughter is a slut? Her foot tapped under the table, the ticking of a timebomb.I toyed with my glass, speckled with condensation. I was enjoying the warm shade, picking over my half-eaten lunch,...