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March 28, 2018

This is how it begins. 

You notice him across the small square of dance floor at a disco in the city. He is a blur, moving in time with the music, with his long arms splayed at right angles to his torso and his head bent low as if listening to the rhythm of his feet....

March 15, 2018

I am a terrible mother and a good liar. At least I think that’s the right way around. If not then I’m a good mother and a terrible liar. I’m not sure that I could say which is worse.

Marcus asked me about it yet again this morning, as we sat and ate breakfast. He likes...

October 9, 2017

Aiden woke up on the floor of a toilet cubicle in Marylebone station. His body was curled up, foetal-like, against the cold metal of the bowl. His head pulsed at the temples, his skin warm and clammy. He wasn’t wearing any shoes. He blinked wearily, taking in his new s...

July 25, 2017

Any similarity to actual aliens, living or dead, is purely coincidental…

October 10th, 2017 was a day when big things happened. It could be argued that big things happen every day, relatively speaking – people are born, people die, families break up, humans break down,...

July 21, 2017

A story inspired by a pair of brown boots and a Bruce Springsteen song 

Jack was drunk. Not unusual, especially at this time: just gone midnight, Wednesday becoming Thursday. It was the same as Monday rolling into Tuesday, Friday merging into Saturday. Jack sat alone in...

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Hello, I'm Katy. Blogger, writer, teacher and curious observer of people...

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