When it comes to writing short fiction, there are two narrative voices in my head.
One is British and varies in tone and class; the other is American, either East Coat or West Coast. It’s a combination of past history and the fiction that seems to grab me.
Several times, I’ll just hear a voice and an opening line. Then I turn detective and identify its source and what the room is like. Sometimes I see faces but not always. The voice, though, is key because it reveals character and influences behaviour.
Not so long ago, I read a Raymond Carver anthology and his voices leapt off the page. They reverberated inside my head until, once I’d finished the book, I could still hear echoes.
One of those echoes became Saturday Night and is featured in the latest edition of Molotov Cocktail magazine: