She’s exhausted. She wants to go back to the beginning, but she’s lost, lost. Too many people on the streets; cars …
Before it Disappears
A piece to mark International Women’s Day on 08 March: A short story about a woman and a place using picture prompts …
The bright side of life
A wise man once said that ‘bad things will happen to you if you live long enough’. It rang true for Irene …
In the Bilge
London was never this dark. Not even with the fog black as soot and thick as a toff’s curtains did it …
Pellucid
They are lapdogs at the foot of my bed. One is charity, a pallid young man seeking alms for those he has …
Room
The floorboards are stark and withered. Blood from the man I just shot seeps in between wide cracks. Normally there is a …
The Hall of Things that Were
The man stood at the massive carved doors, with its monumental forged handles and hinges. At the top, embossed with gold leaf, …
Bloodline
1. Sam sat in the darkened granny flat, slightly removed from her grandfather who lay dying in the bed. The old man’s …
The Last Twist of the Knife
No coward soul is mine; no trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere, she always murmured. Before every protest, every demonstration, she …