Graham

Even now, I can’t bring myself to tell my mother about the rug. At some stage, every little boy has a fire phase. A fascination with the flame, if you will. It calls out to each of us at some point. And it sang its song, luring me on to the rocks, or on to […]

I don’t like dogs. But that’s not enough to do what I want to do, what I would like to do. Maybe if it was a cat. I can’t fucking stand cats. It’s their… let’s call it insincerity, their dishonesty, their slyness. Sneaking into your freshly dug flowerbed to have a dump in the clay […]

“You know, pressing the button again and again like that won’t make it get here any faster.” “What difference does it make to you?” The man didn’t even look back at George. He just kept his eyes glued to the numbered display above the elevator doors, mashing the button like he was playing an arcade […]