The Wavesinger
My mother was a pornographer. The best in the business, my father said. He’d been confined to a wheel chair since his fall from the high tower. Every morning, he made us breakfast and took us to the...
View ArticleThe Library of Bebelplatz
When I came to, I was sitting at a table in the centre of a white room. The walls of the room were lined with shelves. The shelves were all empty. I was dazed and disoriented, and I ached all over. I...
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Northwest Passage
Of course I didn’t kill her; I just helped her along the way. The Court agreed and so did the General Medical Council. After the trial I went back to work but many of my patients asked to transfer to...
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The Scanner
1. Jerry went missing at the office party on Friday. No one noticed until the drink ran out. Everyone looked at me: I’d organised the party. I looked at the senior partner. The senior partner sighed....
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Uncharitable Murder
The body lay face down surrounded by blood spattered paperbacks; the crown of the head staved in by the highest shelf of the toppled bookcase. ‘That’s how I found him,’ said the woman sitting down...
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