“It’s Damian Digby, here to see Jack Groper,” Damian informed the receptionist, whilst once again casually misplacing my existence. “He’s expecting me.” The receptionist, or Director of First Impressions, to use the epithet emblazoned on her name tag, pressed the button on the intercom and stooped slightly to talk into its microphone. “Sir Jack, … Continue reading →

  Damian sat serenely in the front of the car, his left arm draped casually over the back of the passenger’s seat, whilst his right hand deftly adjusted the steering wheel in small but authoritative tugs. I pushed from the rear, sweat dripping down my forehead as a middle-age paunch quivered and danced above a … Continue reading →

Dear Publisher, I have tried unsuccessfully for many months now to find acceptance for a short story I have written concerning two people caught up in a world of intrigue and violence that they were ill-equipped to understand. With your forbearance I now submit that same story for your consideration. However, in order that I … Continue reading →