Bad Blood and Bad luck By Gareth Spark

The north wind blew dust off the coal yard against the rusted door of the car. Jack rested against the vehicle and felt the cold metal through the thin denim of his jacket. He shook tobacco from a dented tin into paper trembling in the breeze, then licked and made the cigarette, scraped a match…

The Bear By Gareth Spark

A Polar Bear roamed one night in the woods behind Whitby. Here’s the story: the explorer Scoresby brought a bear cub back from one of his travels to the frozen north and chained the beast beneath Spital Bridge where it grew fat on a diet of captured seagulls, fish heads and whatever stray critters it…