MARSH BARTON FINK By Tom Leins

Marsh Barton Industrial Estate, Exeter, Devon. Silvio Foxx is a tall, uneasy looking man. He watches me cautiously from across the buckled concrete floor of his warehouse, an unlit high-tar cigarette dangling from his plump, girlish lips. “Mr Rey?” “That’s what my probation officer calls me…” He grunts, unimpressed with my humour, or my prison…

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John Wisniewski interviews Tom Leins

How did you begin writing, Tom? I believe you were a film critic before you started writing books? I started writing fiction in around 2002 – half a lifetime ago – and my first ever short story, ‘The Box’, was included in an anthology by a UK publisher called Skrev the following year. I notched…

Fiction: A VULGAR DISPLAY OF POWER By Tom Leins

11am. The Black Regent Rooming House. I peel the bloody dressing off my nose and drop it into the sink. Jesus. My face looks like something out of a fucking horror-show. I’ve been sticking my nose into other people’s business for longer than I can remember. Usually for money, sometimes out of sheer perversity. My…

Fiction: JINGLE BELLS, SHOTGUN SHELLS By Tom Leins

It’s Christmas Eve and I’m standing in the middle of a stash house in Hookhills, bleeding from one ear and trying to work out which one of the hired hands I should shoot first: the skinny guy in the soiled Sexy Santa minidress or the fat fuck in the scuffed-looking ballistics vest. I raise the…

MOLOTOV COCKTAIL LOUNGE By Tom Leins

Molotov Cocktail Lounge is taken from Meat Bubbles & Other Stories, which is out now from Close To The Bone Publishing. I slowly unwrap the grease-poof paper. Inside is a human hand. It is half rotted, with flaked yellow skin clinging to the bone. I swallow the bile rising in my throat, and chase it…