Chris Bradbury

Shorts Chris Bradbury

'I killed a man. Yes I did. Can't have happened more than an hour ago. He's just lying beside my chair. If I lean forward, peer over the arm, I can see his head; his head and a hand. His hair shines a bit in the light of the lamp. It's dark; dark cause it's wet; wet with his blood.'In this collection of short stories, the readeris taken back to ninetheeth century London for a tale of poisonous love, into otherpeople's garages for a tale of revenge and into a care home where there is more thanShepherd's Pie on the menu. There is the existential and the vengeful, the indolent and the elderly and the eternal war against intolerance. And cowboys - there should always becowboys.