Stuart Miller-Osborne

I visited the Bar Guillemin At least once a week It was where the off duty cops Would hang out when on active duty My appearance had changed greatly Less chaotic I was now well groomed An office worker waiting for his lover It was whilst chatting with some cops That I found out that […]

I found myself asleep On a busy railway station A woman who resembled my wife Was placing her damp washing Into a large plastic basket I asked her what she was doing But she did not Or chose not to hear me A female student From the local university Is now sitting next to me […]

Julie has been invited to a Police Conference Which will take place in the cities Of Edinburgh and Glasgow in two weeks time Although this event was planned many months in advance It has left me with an uneasy feeling That all is not what it seems to be continued

I have been in a relationship With a female cop named Julie Since March of last year She has a passing resemblance To my sister Yvonne Although she is much taller This said I am not totally easy About my relationship with Julie As I feel that I am being monitored The couple in the […]

I married Miriam on a whim When we were both seventeen Which was much too young We separated two years later Although we remained friends Miriam moved to Glasgow in 2017 We did write but her letters soon faded And stopped entirely without any reasons given I knew that she had been teaching At a […]

Yvonne was last seen on a security camera At Nantes Railway Station She was wearing a primrose dress And her tired looking baseball boots My sister was on camera For about two minutes And then walked out of range to be continued

My sister Yvonne had been missing For just over six weeks When bloodstains were found On and adjacent to a railway track In North West France But there was no trace of a body As many assumed That there had been an accident The blood was identified As being identical to my sisters group And […]

I live with my companion In a small apartment Within the 16th Arrondissement She is a French android Based in Paris Who used to work In the Far East My android is nameless Which she prefers When I am away on business My android looks after my apartment Between the hours of six and six

There is a framed photograph On the wall in my seaside cottage Which is a conversation piece In short it is a study of my wife’s bottom Or rather the top of her bottom With a retro German camera Placed next to her in the bench I am often asked about the meaning Of my […]

Is a pub in the Chilterns Where Rachel and I sometimes stay It light blue rough walls And paintings by local artists Is a wool shop in Beer in Devon It is owned by my cousin Jackie Rachel and I often shop sit When my cousin is travelling