Gordon Guthrie is wearing a signet ring bearing his dead wife’s initials.
The fingers of his clawfist — his left hand — are cracked and withered, and he twists the ring idly with the fingers of his right. He stares out of the boxy TV set at me with bloodshot eyes.
“If you are watching this video, it means I am dead.”
At the end of March I had a brand new Paignton Noir story published by the always-entertaining UK flash fiction site, Spelk. Thanks to editor Gary Duncan for having me back on the site for a 9th time!
Check out Clawfist.