128 x 200mm, 36 pages, Black & white printing, Perfect bound, Softcover, 2024

A collection of short stories.

A minor procedure, Dr Traynor had told me. You could barely call it surgery. Just another part of getting older, he reassured, with a conspiratorial wink and the kind of lilting, elderly laugh that I had only ever heard before in a life insurance advert.

I woke up by the bins, a teddy-bear patterned bib fastened around my neck and stained with alphabetical pasta shapes that seemed to spell out the word “HYGNTHUFFA”.