Muir crouched down behind the ragged concrete wall; the decimated tower block looming behind him. The single bullet in the chamber tore at his heart as he watched his son laying in the road. The child’s cries of pain rang out in the silent night of the empty city. His torn and bloodied clothes where … Continue reading Chamber


Cathy leant against the frame of the open window ‘Have you made bread? Make bread,’ she ordered. A wisp of smoke from her cigerette drifted away through the window. Stan shuffled forward from the corner and carefully took out the ingredients from the cupboards, laying them out on the work surface by the bread maker. … Continue reading Stan