It wasn’t the fog that frightened him as he picked his way down to the cove, nor the gale force winds, nor the tide-height, nor the surging sea that splashed grey to the cliffs. It was that thing in the gaps beneath his footholds, that scratched and darted between driftwood and rock, which he told himself could have been an otter, but which he knew deep down was a rat.
has been interested in flash fiction ever since 2016 when he received Flash Fiction Forward (ed. James Thomas and Robert Shapard) as a surprise gift. He read the first page and was hooked and he has been ever since. His work has been published by Every Day Fiction and Flash Frontier, as well as some other excellent lit-zines, and can also be found in two books published by Ad Hoc Fiction. He works as an editor and lives with his wife and two children in Devon, England.
