You may have noticed a few pieces of fiction appear at strange times of day on 35mmc recently. Quite possibly you wondered what the hell they…
As was often the case, the Pipes Man had spent most of the morning smoking and creeping around places he probably shouldn’t be. However, it was…
‘Can I take your picture?’ He had been thinking, recently, to try to be a better person. To approach and engage, rather than sneak and snatch…
The Pipes Man was fucking born to do it. The world’s forgotten boy; king of doing it. He just wasn’t doing it right now, and there…
‘That,’ the woman said. ‘Is absurd.’ She had looked alright from the back, with her braids and denim, but once she had turned around the Pipes Man immediately…
