It’s 2007. High-up in the Los Angeles hills, reclining by a sunglasses-shaped swimming pool in the warm dusk of another sunny Californian day is Brian Cox. He has a toe dipped coquettishly in the water while he sips on an…
As a youth he’d collected the pennies from the playground floor and saved them in an old zip-up suitcase that had belonged to his Nan. He loved to sit and count pennies into piles and race toy cars around the…
A text from her. “I’m listening to Camera Obscura. Can’t stop thinking of you. Is that weird?” My head says: “It’s not weird. You have history with those songs. You’re friends now, that’s all.” My heart does a foxtrot and…
John Bradshaw’s reign of terror continued past Christmas and into the New Year and without fail, Lloyd continued to ignore any provocation that came his. After a while John moved onto other targets where he would get more of a…
The relentless growing started midway through year seven. The first year had been the worst, when he was unaccustomed to the pain. Lloyd would cry and scream and had endless visits to the local hospital to be poked and prodded…
The green display of the digital alarm clock clicked over to 6.50am, setting the radio off and a local station blared out banalities at breakfast. Lloyd robotically rolled back the duvet, reached out a long, lanky leg and levered himself…
TROUBLEu 