The Rower
The rower was neither a young man nor particularly old. His tumble of grey hair…
Author David Chapman
Short Fiction: The Phone Call
“This is The Salter Programme.” The voice was British, educated, with a working class burr. “I am calling from Tokyo, and want to inform you that your film script has been selected by our cultural exchange programme.”
Short Fiction: Cigar
In the depths of my sleep, a niggle prompts me to turn over, and the resulting disarrangement causes me to frown in annoyance. I am now aware of my retina, and the daylight penetrating the thin membrane of my closed eyelid.