The first three chapters of my novel, 'How It All Ends'

One. I am getting used to the silences of my village. There is the silence of silk, which arrives just after dusk; or, sometimes, it...

I am not really a city person, I don’t think. What about Paris? She asked. Paris felt like skating on a frozen river, if the river w...

There is a video I keep watching on my computer. A famous performance artist is in a large museum space. Black hair, senescent and grey flec...