For the history that must have come before. For this small corridor and its unexpected privacy. For the half-darkness that holds us in its arms. For our proximity as we meet beside the fire-door. For the wanted notice that I see in your eyes. For the wall behind us that catches our shoulders. For our bending knees that let us slide to the floor. For our lips’ impatience and our tongues’ authority. For the rushing knowledge that everything has changed. For our perception of our actions’ rightness. For our escape from refusal and thought. For my hand’s freedom and your knees’ separation. I thank you for all of this and I gratefully accept.
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.