“Mother of God!” Aileen shrieked from the far side of the bar, as a split second later the sound of shattering glass filled the pub. Not the sound of a single glass but many. Too many. A cheer rose from…

Vic Vic did not think of himself as Vic Vic. Inside his head he was merely VIC. It had occurred to him once that this should be the Roman numeral equivalent of the number 94. This thought had occurred to…

Epson Moore is going home. It has been an unedifying day. Are days usually edifying? So hard to tell when we edit our memories on a moment by moment basis, but it’s easy to generalise, easy to fall into stream…

Coming through the gate to Bae’s front garden, Epson Moore broke the spider’s web that stretched from hedge to wooden fence. Moore was unaware of the damage that had been incurred. To some observers of minute scales of detail this…

By the time that Epson Moore and Bae had achieved escape velocity from the campus, the high street had unaccountably filled with bystanders. Certainly the high street all the way up to the Hexagon Centre was usually busy on a…

Bae stepped out of classroom to find Epson Moore waiting for her. “Has here been a change of plan?” she said. “I wasn’t sure when lunchtime is, and for that matter when after lunchtime is, and so…” “You’ve been here…

“Is this some sort of spiritual journey, Mr Moore?” Vic Vic was one of that generation of college lecturers who were inclined to become formal as an accompaniment to sarcasm. Epson Moore started to mumble, a little in awe of…

A light tan Danish phone was ringing on the coffee table. The cat on the futon registered the sound by a movement of one ear, but remained otherwise curled as before between two cushions. The room was comfortable with the…

Bubbles of ochre light from the autostrada had become too invasive to ignore. Epson Moore recognised that this was one of those mornings when rolling over and faceplanting in the cushion was not an option. The schedule for the day…