A visit to an old friend takes an unexpected turn.

A young man finds himself in bed ... with Cora.

A cleaner talks about her double life.

A man returns to a city from his past.

European-flavoured tale of the mysterious, rotund Gudrun Schmidt von Feldenstein and her Mexican winters. Contains adult material.

A man decides to take action against football hooligans. Contains descriptions of violence.

A disturbing portrait of a man consumed by grief. Contains descriptions of violence.

Can you be star-crossed lovers in your sixties? Well, that’s how Tony and Erica looked at each other like there was no one else in the world that mattered more to them.

Retirement had been rougher on Dudley DuBose. Always way more career-focused than his wife, it had been tough adjusting to the record amount of free time.

Berry liked movies. Correction, he loved them.

First, they stood. Right beside each other. “It’s in the air,” she said. “See?” He looked, but he was either unsure or unwilling.

“We could go to Principle Martin’s office right now. An offense like this would lead to a week suspension at best. Pick up the pen and write.” I sighed and wrote, “Montgomery Sanchez. May 29th, 2005.”

That afternoon, she still believed that her father had not meant what he had done. Once the black cloud had lifted, as it always did, he would come to his senses and beg Mum’s forgiveness.

It was not without good reason that they called me the "Greyhound."

Their hands…weaved together…their bodies in the dance…their bodies rely on each other. I miss you. I miss when we could rely on each other. Us. A world in the world.