Short Stories

Short Stories from the Suburbs

The Reservation

‘Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m sorry to inform you that we’ve run out of quiche. I repeat, there will be NO quiche available from the buffet car for the duration of this journey.’

And people wonder why we should re-nationalise the railways.

The Break-in

‘Mummy, I heard a noise’

Not this again. When Steve’s at home, she sleeps like a log. But when I want to get a good night’s sleep? There’s always something.

The Phone

Everything is exactly as it should be.

People in seats, looking smug, avoiding eye contact with new arrivals who are old, pregnant, or have a crutch. Others in the aisle, thrusting groins and armpits into the faces of those seated

The Benefactor

It’s summer. There’re tourists. And they’re everywhere.

Tourists with their over-sized bags, exploiting a luggage-shaped loop hole in the ‘stand on the right’ request.

The Race

The announcer’s voice acts like a starting gun for the well-dressed, middle-aged, suited-and-booted office workers piling through the ticket barrier.

‘Ladies & Gentlemen, the train now approaching platform one’