Duncan’s father was stood in a
    body stocking in front of the
    fireplace, preening himself in the
    huge baroque mirror above it,
    applying yet more mascara to his
    already enormous lashes - ‘Fetch
    me my hair please son,’ he said.
    ‘And for god’s sake don’t bark at
    it, the joke’s worn a little thin.’

              Excerpt - Every Third Tuesday

    Still grasping your wrist, she snuffs out the flame and draws the
    smoke deep into her lungs. Warming on your pulse, she steadies
    herself then releases her misty, unbearably blue breath, and her smile
    opens like a wave crashing gently on a soft beach at sunset.

                                                                           Excerpt -  Shifting Mass

    Lucy was losing it... Her body locked into extremes of motion – her legs an
    erratic mess, stepping quickly hop-hoppity and buckling at the knees like a foal
    newly-born on hot coals. The top half remained stiff and angular like she was
    entering into a frozen sea, arms outstretched, fingers sprung. And like this, the
    skinny little girl tripped wild-eyed towards the stunned assembly.
         ‘I, I, I…I don’t know what I’m going to do!’ she shrieked, gasping for breath.
         Everyone held their breath, wide-eyed waiting for her to explode.
         ‘I’m going to…(gasp)…I’m going to…(gasp) Aaaeeeeeee!!
         She let out a chilling primeval cry. ‘Fuck!’ someone said. And then Lucy
    unclenched and piss spread down the leg of her pretty pink hippy cords.

                                                                                                                 Excerpt - The Clown
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Girl In A Yellow Dress
The Absentee
The Great Architect
Quem Deus Perdere Vult Prius Dementat