October Tale

October Tale by Neil Gaiman From A Calendar of Tales “That feels good,” I said, and I stretched my neck to get out the last of the cramp. It didn’t just feel good, it felt great, actually. I’d been squashed up inside that lamp for so long. You start to think that nobody’s ever going…

May Tale

May Tale by Neil Gaiman From A Calendar of Tales In May I received an anonymous Mother’s Day card. This puzzled me. I would have noticed if I had ever had children, surely? In June I found a notice saying “Normal Service will be Resumed as Soon as Possible” taped to my bathroom mirror, along…

June Tale

June Tale by Neil Gaiman From A Calendar of Tales My parents disagree. It’s what they do. They do more than disagree. They argue. About everything. I’m still not sure that I understand how they ever stopped arguing about things long enough to get married, let alone to have me and my sister. My mum…

July Tale

July Tale by Neil Gaiman From A Calendar of Tales The day that my wife walked out on me, saying she needed to be alone and to have some time to think things over, on the first of July, when the sun beat down on the lake in the centre of the town, when the…

April Tale

April Tale by Neil Gaiman From A Calendar of Tales You know you’ve been pushing the ducks too hard when they stop trusting you, and my father had been taking the ducks for everything he could since the previous summer. He’d walk down to the pond. “Hey ducks,” he’d say to the ducks. By January…