fiction

The air is blurred with wind and snow.

It was still two hours before the crowds would start filling in through the turnstiles,only ten in the morning but the day already scorching hot.

Tse-tse fly makes love to my arm

I hadn't been at college very long when i wrote: "Dear M<other, Virginity is like a suntan: it fades quickly."

Willie jams the key in the ignition, cranking and cranking the groaning engine.

I was six years old the day father left home.

Dad took Tom's death pretty hard.

By the time she was fifteen, Doris was used to going places with her father.

September 3

After a year in the university's Department of Education, a year worn thin discussing the application of Plato to the Secondary Modern School and enduring my tutor, a mad dirndle woman who placed her faith in Choral Speaking, this was to be my first taste of the real world.