Posted on by Craig Faulkner
TODAY HE WAS Tommy. He'd done his research, dug out his uniform and bought his flowers. He was to call on her at midday and ask her to dance as they had sixty years earlier. And for that one afternoon, it wouldn't matter that he was dead. He stood by the door, using his reflection in the plate glass next to… Read more »
Posted on by Craig Faulkner
The following is a short story I wrote a while ago. It was originally intended as a submission for an anthology on the theme of the uncomfortable nature of technology, but as I was writing it the story took me off topic on a slightly darker tangent so I never sent it off. Since it's sat in a folder ever since… Read more »
Posted on by Craig Faulkner
In a change from my normal tirade of nonsensical drivel about real life, I thought I'd try something different. This month I've got back into writing again. With a sudden abundance of spare time and an urgent need to distract myself from the real world for a while, it has proved to be a very therapeutic exerc… Read more »