I have 5 paperback/digital novels published by Elsewhen Press & self-published others. I write straight, speculative & science fiction, have a wife & daughter and live in the pretty town of St. Albans in England. sputnikdigital.blogspot.com
I was sitting on that old rusty bench in the park, the one near the bandstand, lobbing stale bread at the pigeons. I was slightly drunk and although the day was still fresh I wasn’t. I’d rather let myself go. Judith wasn’t around to keep me in check now - pathetic really.
The Transference (Chapter Two)
I was back in my Castle Street flat. It was situated half way up the steep hill upon which the town is perched, near Tunsgate in the High Street and opposite the ruined Norman keep with its high mound and moat. It was a picturesque location, although the three-storey high terrace house had seen better days. I rented one of the attic rooms with a narrow staircase tethering it to the larger ones below. Despite it’s cramped mustiness and sloping ceiling it gave me a panoramic view of the River-way valley stretching below me into the distance. Sometimes, when I had little to occupy my mind, I would sit with a glass of red wine in my hand and idly watch the sun set behind the castle’s jagged walls. As dusk grew and the lights of distant houses blinked between the palm trees fringing the banks of the River-way I would feel a sense of calm overtake me, almost as if I was drifting off into another world. I’d fallen asleep quite a few times in that condition, awaking abruptly and disorientated to find the wine spilt and half-formed dreams still lingering.
The Transference (Chapter One)
The Druid I considered my options. I’d been sitting in the roof garden of The Druid pub for a couple of hours, travel brochures spread in a fan before me. I picked one up, gave it a cursory glance and dropped it back on the table. I’d been through them five or six times without making a decision.
I’m going to tell you about the brass monkey. But first, let me tell you about my two childhood buddies, Tommy Boyd, TB, and Clancy Smith. Dad had taken up a new position as foreman with a nearby construction company and TB and Clancy were the first guys I met in Rainbow Falls when we moved into the old brownstone house.
The Amazing Time-share Company
An advertisement placed in the on-line property section of the Los Angeles Times, Wednesday 1st May 3,012 AD: ‘Hey there time traveller; looking for something truly different? Why not try The Amazing Time Share Company. Please allow us to preview the range of ‘legendary’ properties we call our ‘Seven Wonders’ Series.’
Going For Gold
When I first signed up for the Celebrity Charity Solar Trek with all its banal publicity, appalling narcissistic fundraising events and the rest of the pseudo-caring garbage my agent called it a ‘smart’ move. It was something to distract from my 'drugs thing' he said. I told him the Olympic testers would never pin anything on me anyway despite the publicity but he reckoned that didn’t matter to the general public nowadays. It's their dim perception of your character that counts, bless ‘em.
Six Loners: 6. The Protester
I first saw the serpentine line of grey metal while it was still some way off, emerging from Tiananmen Square onto the Avenue as sunbeams skimmed off the long barrels its turreted hide. I put down my bags of rice and vegetables, fresh fish from the fish market and packets of tea. Put them down gently on the hot tarmac and stared.
Six Loners: 5. The Singer
The woman in the pale blue trouser suit walked over to the picture window and stared out at the familiar LA skyline. She always stayed here when they had work to do, and although he’d promised her the day off before their flight, somehow they’d still found themselves back in that long low room with its soundproofed walls.