Observations of The Urban Spaceman


It was our weekly routine. A ceremony practised every Friday at 4.30pm. We’d stand at the bus stop, me in my Armani suit, shoulders hunched against the rain, him in his tweed trousers and flat cap, ambivalent about the weather. He’d nod his head at me, and give me a gap-toothed smile from that ancient, craggy face. “Friday again,” he’d say. “Thank God,” I would grin. “Out for a night on the… Read More

I haven’t been around much recently, and that probably won’t change for the next couple of months, but today’s Flash Fiction Challenge, courtesy of Chuck Wendig, was short enough that I thought I could cobble something together that other people may wish to use next week. Might not be around to continue taking part myself… but we’ll see! Joe’s Bar         “Buy me a drink,” he said, bloodshot eyes meeting mine from further… Read More