I wanted to write something simple and abstract with a direct message, a fable as such. It was a way of reflecting on certain events in my life at the time. It was around 5am, when walking a six-mile journey home after a long binge-drinking session that I thought up the idea of The Moth and the Butterfly. I penned it before passing out. Enjoy.
Pyromania was written for a short story competition a long, long time ago. It received an interesting critique, but I put it to one side as a mere experimental with voice and imagery. When I reread it a few years later, I hardly recognised it, which was rather chilling.
So I’m giving Pyromania one last lease of life.