The Mike Robbins blog

A dislocation... “We’ll go to Nidden for the summer,” my wife told me. “You can write your paper there. We can swim in the Baltic and you ca...

A short story Grandpa’s 90. He doesn’t move much anymore. He sits in his dressing-gown by the window and looks out on the street. He used to...

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...

Detective fiction is not dead. Two recent crime novels have been  bestsellers. And both deserve to be In a week or two, God willing, about...