The choice is yours

Jason and Chris stood awkwardly, hands behind backs, eyes downcast. The principal was mad – if not, he was a pretty good actor. “Senior boys acting like juniors!” he raged. “Fighting in the corridors!” Jason looked at his partner in crime through the corner of his eye. “Too true,” he thought. “And if that faggot … Continue reading The choice is yours

Remembering the Tyrant Headmaster

I shuffled down the passageway that led to the headmaster’s study. I was in no hurry to suffer the consequences of my actions. I still had a few seconds more before I faced that humiliation. I stopped outside the study door and pulled from the pocket of my school blazer a blue-and-white hooped cap. I … Continue reading Remembering the Tyrant Headmaster

The swim coach

  “I am giving you ten minutes to swim three lengths of the pool, Clark. You are bone idle and well out of condition.” It was the varsity swim coach speaking. He had been on my case all evening. I wasn’t the worst of the swim team but I was the only one he picked … Continue reading The swim coach

Shoplifting

I am walking down Brocklehurst High Street heading for the Pound Shop. It is late summer and college restarts the next week and I need provisions like pens and paper and such like. Not, if I am going to be particularly honest about it, that I will put them to good use, since college for … Continue reading Shoplifting

The autumn of 49

George Nettles grasped the fading photograph with trembling hands. He could barely hold anything steady these days. The warders gave him his tea in a plastic cup. With a lid screwed on. He had to sip it through a hole cut in the top. He called them the “warders”, but they preferred to be called … Continue reading The autumn of 49

What would his girlfriend say?

Harrison sped down the passageway. His arse was on fire. There was nobody around so he was not embarrassed kneading his scorching flesh. Jesus H. Christ, he was on fire. Moments earlier he had been stretched across the worn leather chesterfield coach in the headmaster’s study. Nose pressing against the stinking leather. Trousers at his … Continue reading What would his girlfriend say?

The movie mogul

Ned, the mailroom manager, looked up from his paperwork. Henderson, the boss’s minion strode across the floor: a man on a mission. “Here comes trouble,” Ned sighed. “Henderson!” his smile was painted. “What can I do for you today – and so early on a Monday morning.” Henderson towered over Ned, fingering a foolscap manila … Continue reading The movie mogul

Quarterly performance review

Tyler rose from the desk in the workstation, lifted his jacket from the back of the chair and climbed into it. Nervously, he ran his tongue across his cracked bottom lip. He buttoned up and headed for the office door, pausing in front of a window to check himself out. Usually, he liked what he … Continue reading Quarterly performance review

Called home

Wayne trudged across the glistening pavement. The rain had stopped at last, but not for long, he reckoned. His shoes leaked and he squelched along. He turned the corner and there it was looming ahead of him. Nelson Mandela Tower, damp, grey and ugly. He had thought he had left this all behind. The street … Continue reading Called home

The punk rocker

I cannot believe it is now 40 years since the “Summer of Punk Rock.’’ Queen Elizabeth’s Silver Jubilee. Johnny Rotten and The Sex Pistols: “God Save The Queen, she ain’t no human bean.” To hear some people talk Punk was a social movement; a revolution. The ideology of punk, and all that. Bollocks!. It was … Continue reading The punk rocker