The Mike Robbins blog

Everything is cold here  “Dammit.” “What?” “This form. It wants her place of birth.” He was a compact man of 30 with slicked-back hair...

Do you belong? Where? Frank ended the call. He looked straight ahead through the windscreen. She looked across at him. “I hate automatic...

I haven't posted fiction on this blog; I haven’t written many short pieces that would be suitable. But I have just completed a short sto...