टैग: liminal spaces

My dad did eleven years as caretaker at Barrow Court, that grey fifteen-storey block off the ring road in Nuneaton before they redid the cladding. He wasn't a man who told stories, so when he gave me…

It wasn't the coffee machine. I want that out the way first because everyone always asks about the coffee machine and it's fine, it's a normal Costa machine, it just runs all night same as everything…

There was no second thirteenth floor. Priya told the fire warden that three times before he stopped nodding at her like she was concussed, and even then he wrote something in his little book that she…

"No, I never saw him. That's the first thing you should know." Dennis says this before I've asked a single question, before I've even got my coffee off the counter at the Wetherspoons near Preston…

The wellington boot was buckled into the front seat when I got on, seatbelt tight across its ankle, green rubber gone grey. Nobody claimed it. The driver, a woman called Pam who'd done the route…

The ticket machine on Level B2 had a laminated sheet taped over its screen, yellowed at the corners, held on with the kind of parcel tape that leaves residue for years. It hadn't been there when I…