Category Archives: My Favourite Short Stories
Soup and Lice
Across the street from where I work, there’s a café. I often go there for lunch. It’s a nice place; quite well done. Okay, it might not be exactly how you or I might do it, but, nevertheless, quite nice. … Continue reading →
The Search For Exotic Pets
I was listening to a report on the BBC World Service the other day about Arab women, who, having had sex outside of marriage, are opting to get their hymens reconstructed in order to make them appear virgins. It will … Continue reading →
Two Tabs of Codeine and a Rogan Josh
I’m sitting in an Indian restaurant and there is a woman looking in at me from outside. The woman is sitting on a bus, wearing a brightly coloured floral face mask, just staring out from the other side as though … Continue reading →
Sardines in Tomato Sauce on Toast
Tonight I discovered a new online radio station from Seattle and cooked sardines in tomato sauce on toast. I know how terrible that sounds. I know, I know. And so cliché, an unmarried middle-aged man with nothing but the radio … Continue reading →
Mr Jones
I remember a time and, though it was not so long ago, the world was a younger place. Mr Jones and I had found ourselves – how can I put this – on the outside of things. It was as … Continue reading →
Lost in the Ocean Bathroom
I have now been on my island paradise one full day and yet, I know it will take more time to fully shake the agitations of Saigon, all of which I packed and brought with me. Like a glass turned … Continue reading →
Loss
I stood outside and thought about it, then I thought some more. Once again, I had found myself high up, continually climbing, ludicrously skyward, the 23rd floor to be exact. The scene before me was drenched in orange from the … Continue reading →
Me and Dawg (Homage to Lupe Fiasco)
I left my work yesterday (Friday) at about 3pm. Dawg and I did a heavy work out. With the weights. Heavy. When we emerged back out into the streets, it was raining like a motherfucker. Raining like Noah’s last stand. … Continue reading →
