Robert Stone

Robert Stone was born in 1961 in Wolverhampton in the UK. He was educated at the University of East Anglia, Norwich and at Jesus College, Cambridge. He has worked as a press analyst in London for more than twenty-five years. Before that he was a teacher and the foreman of a London Underground station. He has two children and lives with his partner in Ipswich. He has had stories published in Stand, Panurge and Wraparound South. He has had a story accepted for Nicholas Royle’s Nightjar chapbook series. That will probably come out next year. A micro story has been published by Palm-Sized Press and another in Clover & White. Another will soon be published by 5x5. When not at work, he spends his time reading, writing and mooching about.

Purity

Edward and Marcia had got into the habit of walking along the cliff-top at dusk. What, here on Auskerry, Edward was tempted to call the gloaming. The sultry day was much cooler now and, indeed, would soon be cold. At this latitude the summer sky was still pale, but the first stars could already be made out. Marcia had something she wanted to tell Edward and Edward did not want to hear it.

Robert Stone

Robert Stone was born in 1961 in Wolverhampton in the UK. He was educated at the University of East Anglia, Norwich and at Jesus College, Cambridge. He has worked as a press analyst in London for more than twenty-five years. Before that he was a teacher and the foreman of a London Underground station. He has two children and lives with his partner in Ipswich. He has had stories published in Stand, Panurge and Wraparound South. He has had a story accepted for Nicholas Royle’s Nightjar chapbook series. That will probably come out next year. A micro story has been published by Palm-Sized Press and another in Clover & White. Another will soon be published by 5x5. When not at work, he spends his time reading, writing and mooching about.

Purity

Edward and Marcia had got into the habit of walking along the cliff-top at dusk. What, here on Auskerry, Edward was tempted to call the gloaming. The sultry day was much cooler now and, indeed, would soon be cold. At this latitude the summer sky was still pale, but the first stars could already be made out. Marcia had something she wanted to tell Edward and Edward did not want to hear it.

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