Author Archives: richlakin

About richlakin

I write about things that interest me

Mackerel Point is December story of the month

Delighted to share a link to Mackerel Point. My short story has been chosen as December story of the month on the Willesden Herald website. You can read it here:   Advertisements

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Fox’s Knob and The Squeeze – Carry on Shropshire

‘How about climbing a volcano? Exploring some caves?’ The response is rolled eyes, attention drifting back to phones. I tell them to bring a torch and some decent boots. We’re short of funds and it’s the fag-end of the summer … Continue reading

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Wooden Heart

I spent years writing stories on trains and it certainly seeped into my work. Here’s another from last year……. Heat made the rails wobble as they stretched into the distance. He tottered along the platform, switching his briefcase from palm … Continue reading

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Longlisted, Commonwealth Writers’ short story prize 2018

Not the best week really, but a brighter spot today with a longlisting in the Commonwealth Writers’ (CW) short story prize. Having devoted so much time to drafts of longer, novel-length work in the last 3-4 years it was great … Continue reading

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New Life – a short story

Cancelled. I stood in the middle of the almost empty concourse, staring up at the displays, praying it was some sort of mistake. I dropped my case onto the marble tiles. I was tired and sweaty and my shins ached … Continue reading

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Wrench – a crime story

Emma had begged and pleaded and left little sticky notes on the cooker hood and pinned to the cork board above the sink. She’d left catalogues open at the right page on the kitchen table and printouts folded and stuffed … Continue reading

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Shug – a short story

He was spiking soggy leaves in the quadrangle, stalking them as they blew in spirals, stooped against the bitter wind. Miss Shanks watched him wince and rub at the base of his spine as she sipped her tea. He reminded … Continue reading

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