Ghost Ship

The previous night’s wind blew the grey clouds away and for the first time in weeks there is a sun in the sky, even if it is still Baltic out. The harbour is a clutter of workmen and manic gulls. Blood from gutted fish stains the boards and it smells of salt and guts. “About… Read More Ghost Ship


The light bulb flickers above his head. His feet are numb from the cold of the tiles. The wind howls through the slightly opened window. He knows he should shut it, but he can’t muster up the effort. So he leaves the wind to its song. He twists the hot water tap. It spits at… Read More Haunting