THE DRUNK • by Matthew Roy Davey
I left the pub before closing time — the beer wasn’t agreeable — and cut through the park. It wasn’t a great idea and I wouldn’t have done it if I’d not been drunk. The centre of the park was… Continue Reading
Matthew Roy Davey
HEMINGWAY’S TROUSERS • by Matthew Roy Davey
We set out early, walking through snow and ice from Eugene’s weekend house. The night before we’d gathered around the map as he’d shown us the circular route. Evka had been at his elbow and any doubts about who she’d… Continue Reading
THE QUARRY • by Matthew Roy Davey
I hadn’t seen much of Neil for several years. At the end of primary school he’d gone private and I’d gone comprehensive. I didn’t think of him often but a time came when my friends were being dicks, not bullying… Continue Reading