Short Story
Date Published: 12 Sept 2003
5800 words
Three strangers were to offer us a ride that day. Each one taking us closer to not only Belfast but to the end of the ultimate world trip.
365 days. 16 countries. 2 friends.
Norman was my best friend and this is my tribute to him.
STANLEY
Short Story
Date Published: March 2003
1560 words
Talks to himself – inaudible. When talking to others, every line is laced with dialogue from Gilbert & Sullivans “Pirates of Penzance”.
Unaware of his surroundings. Unaware of any danger to himself. He is also completely unaware of the impact he is having on his carer's jaded life.
TWO BLOKES IN A BAR
Short Story
Date Published: 1/11/2004
1700 words
Synopsis
Neither men were avid readers although each had accumulated his fair share of glossy hardbacks. Their kids, anxious to impress with each passing fathers day, had seen to that.
“Sergio’s in good nick” said the first man.
The second man looked towards the screen affixed above the bar like some sacred demi-god. It was permanently set to the sports channel and all that entered the pub paid it due homage.
MACCA'S WATER BABIES
Short Story
Date Published: 12/9/2003
3800 words
Synopsis
Landcruisers. 4-Wheel Drives.
For some people these off-road vehicles conjure up images of urban yuppies and city freeways. For others, it represents freedom to roam off the beaten track.
For me it was merely a means to an ends. 6 passengers. 2 dogs. A flooded creek.
Funny how some things never turn out quite the way you want. Especially when you're on the way to your brother's wedding and you have a guitar between your legs.
THE SAIGON CAFE STARE
Short Story
Date Published: 12/9/2003
930 words
Synopsis
Street hawkers. Vendors selling key chains, books, coca-cola or a place to sleep.
You've seen the sights. Gazed at temples and museums. And all you want to do is take time out from the maddening crowd. The hurly-burly of traffic. The incredible heat.
Yet even in between mouthfuls of chicken and fried rice - there is no respite.
WHERE you WERE
Short Story
Date Published: 12 Sept 2003, 4 August 2009 | Open Magazine, UK
1337 words
Have you ever played a game of reminiscence to ascertain your whereabouts at the exact time you learnt of the death of someone famous?
Isn’t it amazing how you can recall details so minute in nature?
How old you were. The degree of heat from the sunlight on your back. The people with you. The way your mood changed as you digested the news. It may have even moved you to a state of unhappiness as though something precious to you had been taken away.
