Category Archives: Photo Fiction

Carstairs how many knives are there in the collection? Four Sir Four? Yes Sir, four. Carstairs, how many can you actually see? Three Sir. Three. You see the discrepancy? Yes Sir, one is missing. Well spotted Carstairs. I’m very astute … Continue reading →

It’s time. Time? It’s time. Oh. I’ve thought I could go on a little longer. I knew this was likely to happen. It’s important now to act, for my own sake. You’re going in then? Yes. Returning? Maybe. I’m uncomfortable … Continue reading →

It had been another tough day for Paul. Sales were down and his future was looking bleak. Life for the humble ice cream vendor was a constant struggle. He was sitting with Miss Mary, the tattooist, who was also having … Continue reading →

When my dad reached his eightieth birthday we decided to take him to the air show at the local aerodrome. We knew he had been a fighter pilot during the war but had rarely mentioned anything about his time as … Continue reading →

The Dangly Thing.  I ‘m not happy. No? No. Problem? Yes, there’s nowhere to go. There isn’t? Can’t go forward, can’t go back That’s the problem with moments in time. I know. You can’t talk about before or after. Cause … Continue reading →

It’s a black hole the explorer said. It sure looks dark in there. That’s the point of a black hole, its dark, mysterious and black. But it must go somewhere. I mean it has tracks going into it. Yes but … Continue reading →