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April 22, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: Two Lessons
The self proclaimed itself to be best, self-aware, of course and so much better than the rest. The rest stood back so as not to be self-ish.Archive
November 12, 2018 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: Sit Down Young Stranger
(aka: If You Could Read My Mind…I Wouldn’t Have Needed to Write This…) Some endings are too hard to take, he said, right at the start.Archive
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