FICTION: REVENGE CAN BE SWEET BY PAUL MATTS

‘You there yet?’ Daniel’s voice is coming through clearly on my new Nokia mobile phone. ‘Not yet mate. Just met Kush in McDonalds.’ ‘Thought he couldn’t make it.’ ‘Turns out he can. Now saying he wouldn’t miss it for the world.’ We both laugh. ‘We’ll see Jake inside I s’pose,’ I suggest. ‘Yeah, I guess….

Fiction: One More Season by Paul Matts

‘Please allow me to introduce myself.’ No, I’m not Beelzebub, as Mick Jagger sang in ‘Sympathy for the Devil’. Far from it. I’d hope. Although maybe some connected to the various organizations I’ve worked with may beg to differ. Disgruntled players, disappointed supporters, frustrated officials. I’ll explain. You can call me an ‘Unknown coach’. I…

Fiction: The Bench by Paul Matts

She slumps down. On the park bench. And lets out a loud sigh. I am sitting on the other end of the same bench. I turn to examine the new arrival. She immediately bursts into tears. ‘Bollocks. What do I do now?’ is my initial thought. After composing myself but doing precisely nothing, I turn…