Andy Hawthorne

Indie author based in Coventry, England.

John looks out of his window. The garden. It’s there,...

Sleep experts say keep a routine. My brain says, “Here’s...

I saw a young ‘un on the bus yesterday filming...

—Well, I’m here Bob. —Er, I ain’t blind. —I meant...

A bus stop with no shelter. And the rain fell....

John Croft is sixty-one years old. The old guy. And...

—You’re fine then, Fletch. —Er, what? —Nothing. She was stirring...

John pushed the broom along the kerb. The girl was...

I’m here writing like I’m not allowed to stop. But...

A woman stands at a sink. The water is running....

He hadn’t expected to laugh today. But laugh he did,...

"The best way to reveal a character is to get them to open their mouths.”
― Roddy Doyle