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July 11, 2018 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: Neighbourhood Fragments # 8
The man down the road stops me to talk of his cancer – sore throat, blocked ears; three separate trips to the doctor. You’re fine. You’re not fine. Strep-throat. Take a sick day. A few months on – it’s throat cancer; sorry. But he’s on the mend and he’s – massively – on the meds. […]Archive
May 23, 2018 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: Exit Music (For A Hotel)
They’d had their chat. And that was that. He lifted the bag up over his shoulder and steadied himself, taking with him a far heavier load. “You should go now”, she encouraged. “I’m about to take my clothes off”. He stopped. They each took a turn to stare at one another. No words. Nothing for […]Archive
April 13, 2018 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: Starting My Bucket List…
Digging Bucket Rock Bucket V Bucket Cleanup Bucket Hardpan Bucket Skeleton Bucket Standard Water-carrying Bucket Situla Loader Buckets…Archive
March 18, 2018 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: A Novel Idea…
Two novellas got into a fight…Archive
March 13, 2018 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: Downhill # 2
We met at the Winter Olympics. Well, it was all downhill from there…Archive
March 12, 2018 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: The Trope You Spoke
Confirmation bias – you should try it. You’ve ‘liked’ it on Facebook already. Take a look. Have a feel. Check that it’s real. It’s on your side. It is your side. It’s your ideal. It’s very nearly your idea. That’s the scary part. That’s the subtle art. We’ve hyper-targeted you. We’re there in your ads, […]Archive
March 6, 2018 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: Randy Newman
Ah, the school run – a simple joy…and a rare outing for the car this morning because *someone* was running late…so we’re in the car and listening to Randy Newman’s ‘Dark Matter’ and the boy is singing along, spitting out every word (“Putin puttin’ his pants on/One leg at a time…”) and then we are […]Archive
March 3, 2018 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: A Sort Of Homecoming
The car stopped and neither of us got out. We seemed – both – to know that a conversation had to happen and then it started somewhere in the middle: “any thoughts at all on maybe setting aside whatever it is you think you’re doing and coming home to take over the family business”. I had […]Archive
February 24, 2018 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: If You Tolerate This Your Children’s Children Won’t Be Born
Racist dads are a bigger part of the problem then they will ever know (well, obviously). Racist mums too. Racism ain’t ever a good time – but racist jokes can sometimes still seem funny. This is one of the great paradoxes of the world. Well, not great in the sense that it’s any sort of […]Archive
February 22, 2018 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: The Shadow Of Yesterday’s Triumph
He was in town for the rugby, mostly. But it was a rare visit where it was just him. Not mum. Down for the weekend – and my partner was away, so it was just me and him. I was in a small apartment at the time, one bedroom and so we had a late-night-laugh […]Archive
February 21, 2018 by Simon Sweetman