First Prize, Reflex Fiction Spring 2022 Competition
’One, two
Buckled into sturdy shoes she gimbals on a walking stick…’

First Prize, Edinburgh Award for Flash Fiction 2022
’It spins up on a thermal, fluttering in a sparrow-brown envelope (second class)…’

First published in Popshot Issue 30, November 2020
’Me? I spent twenty years in the army, five in the nick, five in the rodeo. Snakeskin boots, pretty as a girl…’

First published in Epiphany, August 2021
’Never trust a man who wears jewellery. It was her mother’s best advice, but she’d always wondered where one drew the line. Cufflinks? Wristwatches?’

Published in Ambit 238, Autumn 2019
’It was as though the hilltop had opened and closed like the mouth of a great fish.’

First Prize, Winter 2019, Reflex Fiction
’Marco watched from an unlit window, two storeys up. The old building ticked and sighed around him. Squat housing, an abandoned warehouse backed against indigo strings of railway track.’

National Flash Flood, 2019
‘…we hurtle day by day down this self-same track blind to the whipcord land, ridge and furrow, ridge and furrow…’