Stories

Yep, I write too - or at least I did. It's been a while since I put finger to keyboard. I've mountains of the stuff, but hesitate to put it all up, as I'm still vaguely thinking about getting it properly published in twentieth-century book style...

as if...

Something about London means no space is too small, no indignity too much to bear to save those five minutes before the next tube. Shuffling left, Ben slotted himself behind a small giant of a man who looked both determined and able to use his bulk to get his way: the teeth of a shark strategy, as when cleaner fish live in sharks' mouths as protection from other predators. It failed...

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