Maryhill Barracks, Glasgow, May 21st 1941

by Michael Bloor (first published in Ink, Sweat & Tears, October 7th, 2017) Mary MacLeod was busy restocking the shelves of the shop in the NCOs’ canteen. She liked the job well enough, though the walk to work through mean streets was hard to bear on a May day that put her in mind ofContinue reading “Maryhill Barracks, Glasgow, May 21st 1941”

Twenty-First Century Mr Chips

by Michael Bloor (first published in The Fiction Pool, Sept 19th 2017) ‘Hello. You have eight messages. First message, received Friday, May 20th at 6.30 pm…’ ‘You dirty nonce! Messin’ with kids’ lives. I know where you live, you shit! I’ll be round to see you wi’ a pair o’ garden shears. Guess what for?’Continue reading “Twenty-First Century Mr Chips”

Happy Birthday, Dear Madame Blavatsky

Michael Bloor (first published in Ink Sweat & Tears Oct 15, 2016) She didn’t think things could get much better. Madame Blavatsky blew out all the candles on the cake, closed her eyes and wished. Each of the encircling adepts then extinguished their own single candles. A cloud crossed the lambent Sicilian moon, she breathedContinue reading “Happy Birthday, Dear Madame Blavatsky”