Tag Archives: Fiction

Janus Face

For the past ten days you have been looking at yourself in the mirror and not just to see if your pants match your blouse or if the colour of your scarf suits your complexion. You stand side on to the mirror that leans hazardously against the only bare wall …

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Radio Play #4

And it was at this point that I looked down at my hands and, well, I don’t want to sound sensationalist at all, but I found them quite completely soaked in blood. And so you see… detective? Hopkins. Francis Hopkins. Francis? And so you see Francis, by my mind I …

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