Episodic Fiction

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Issues #1-6 The door opens and I’m met by a South-American woman with her dark hair swept back into a bun. She stares at me as I introduce myself and hand her my card. She examines it, stares at me again, then nods and stands aside. “Mrs Trollieti is in the parlour. She is having […]

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Read from the first issue HERE ~~~   I wake face-down on a white sheet. Glad I made it to bed at all, and that’s all I care about this time of the morning. I’m too old to fall asleep on the sofa or the floor and wake up without an ache somewhere. No avoiding […]

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I walk as quickly as a woman in heels can along the sidewalk and throw up a hand to hail a cab. I’d watched his eyes from the corner of mine as I left. He watched me go. He watched me go with a surly expression, and a hunter’s eyes. I open the back door […]

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Issue #1 Issue #2 Issue #3   ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~   I love this bar. The man behind the counter is almost a friend. The type of friend who knows I wouldn’t harm someone who pours a cocktail as well as he does, but washes the glasses carefully anyway. […]

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Issue #1 Issue #2   ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~   I don’t get out much during the day. I sleep late. No one calls private investigators before lunch anyway. I put up my collar as I step out into the afternoon sun. Pull the brim of my hat down over […]

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Here is some more of New York Sour. Well overdue, I think. I have been, I confess, rather reticent about sharing it. It is incredibly indulgent. It’s not particularly interesting. A little bit awful. But I enjoy it, and people seem to like the style, and I don’t have anything else to share this week. […]

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So, it’s October. NaNoWriMo is on the horizon once again, and young women’s fancies turn to thoughts of character, setting, and (dare I say it) plot. This year, I’d like to write something set in Kent in the 1930s, give or take. The main character, 30s, a writer, lives by the sea, smokes too much, […]