Advent microstories: day 4 I turn the brass handle and open the old wooden door. A little bell tinkles. It smells of old wood and leather, sturdy and comforting. A glass topped counter runs the length of the shop and behind it are wooden drawers, from floor to ceiling. Under the counter are long rolls… Continue reading BY THE YARD

An advent of microstories: day 3 Can I buy you a drink? White wine, is it? I’m sure we’ve met before, you know. Were you at Jenny and Tim’s wedding last year? And Eddie and Suze’s nuptial extravaganza a few weeks ago? Yes yes, I thought as much. You have very distinctive eyes, they’re really… Continue reading THE KILT COMPLEX

An advent of microstories: day 2 I watch the gargoyles. I study them for any traces of movement, any change in their demonic expressions or aggressive postures. There are four of them on the church and I know them very well. I have been a gargoyle watcher for six months now. When I watch them… Continue reading THE GARGOYLE WATCHER