Genuinely unsettling. It leaves me astounded as what sort of imagination a guy must have to dream something like this up. I came across him as Mark Valentine includes him amongst his influences, and I can see why. I’m really keen to read more from him, but his weird fiction is hard to find. He seems like some character as well, living most of his life in a railway carriage in rural Sussex, growing his own food and brewing cider.
This tells of a man with a sense of guilt so great that he can no longer live with it. A guilt for the attempted crucifixon of hus wife deemed to have cheated on him. Amidst prose of ominous beauty are intermittent shocks, and the style works wonderfully. The writing is magnificent, something I don’t think I’ve said before about a horror short story.