Fugue by Chris Green 1: Someone is standing over me and staring, a weird sensation when you are dead. Perhaps it’s a big leap, but does it suggest I may have survived the accident after all? Given that as far as I can recall, a vehicle travelling at considerable speed hit me head-on, this seems … Continue reading Fugue



Pub by Chris Green 1: ‘You’re probably wondering why the pub is called The Skydog Slaver aren’t you?’ Nigel Slough says. As it happens, I am not. I have been coming here for several weeks. At first, I may have been curious about the name but now I just take it for granted. ‘I’m just … Continue reading Pub