John Wisnieski interviews Jason Beech

When did you begin writing, Jason? Did you begin by writing short stories?  I started writing in the late 1990s, but only to see if I could. I didn’t write anything that a publisher would touch but the two books did teach me to finish something and to recognise what did and didn’t work. I’d…

The Kid with the Sad Face by Jason Beech

Molly Molly sat hunched opposite him, her face hidden behind long blonde hair, the smell of cheap bacon a nasty tenant in her nostrils. He rested on his elbows, raisin eyes fierce in a doughy face, a giant above her – angry being with her, angry she couldn’t stem the tears, angry she couldn’t open…

Fiction: Drumsticks by Jason Beech

We fidgeted on chairs with torn upholstery beneath fluorescent lights. The lights flickered in sympathy with our nerves. Moist clung to the changing room walls as if sweat poured from their pores. The sickly yellow paint reflected on my skin. Maybe the other way round. It’s not what made my stomach turn, though. Mark did…