Can't Stop Loving

From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage. I first saw him at the Museum of Contemporary Feculence, in West Harbourlarborough. I'd been admiring the world's largest pile of dung, shaped into a ball. Impressed, I sought out the information label. It turns out to have been commissioned by the museum's chief… Continue reading Can't Stop Loving

Label

From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage. Melanie had given thought to exactly what time she'd arrive at the post office. On top of the usual business post, money withdrawals and general enquiries, with the season's festivities in full swing, one might expect a very long weight indeed. Eleven forty-five accounted… Continue reading Label

Nick and Giles

From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage Finally... after months of managerial negotiations and organising, the band found themselves amongst the palatial surroundings of Priory Studios, attempting to cut their ‘difficult’ second album. Most of Nick’s material up to now, had gone onto the first, the success of which - and… Continue reading Nick and Giles

How We Met and Why It Works

From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage Bertrand's story..."We first met at a weekly meditation class. On this particular evening, the teacher had facilitated a discussion about the practice of mettā in meditation. How the creation of benevolent thoughts, wishing peace, openness of the heart, healing and love were beneficial. During… Continue reading How We Met and Why It Works

We Were Happy, Until…

From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage It all started yesterday, when I took Buckley out for his regular early evening walk. Despite the squally wind churning the mist around, we were enjoying ourselves - as we always do. Buckley is a lovely little fella, a real good boy. Everything seemed… Continue reading We Were Happy, Until…

Next Morning

From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage “Listen!” Gabriela held still, training her ear to the initial drops of rain splotching against the bedroom window. “Don’t you just love that sound?”Opening his eyes, adjusting to the environment, Duncan considered the question. This soon gave way to a deeper analysis inside his… Continue reading Next Morning

Cindy Sage Went To The Dance

From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage "You're not going to the forest dance party tonight Cindy, I forbid you!" Sean Murphy glowered at his young girlfriend, recently showered and now towel-wrapped stood in front of him. In the six months of seeing each other, these were the first crossed-words that… Continue reading Cindy Sage Went To The Dance