The Summer Book by Tove Jansson In was an early, very warm morning in July, and it had rained during the night. Khaki Town by Judy Nunn There was a tap at the north-east door. The True Colour of the Sea by Robert Drewe Don dropped dead on the sand and that was that.
Another piece of my writing that I am still happy with years on. This was the first story I made real money from and the second post on this blog. It was published in a short story magazine in 2005 and was my first experience of what happens when you sell your work for money … Continue reading The Wood
Look at her now and you would think she was born to it but I know the truth, I was closer to her than any of them. Forced to act the scullery maid. Never! It was her protest at her father’s remarriage. All a martyr act. She could have eaten at the table, worn silks … Continue reading Slipper
The day it started I was on my way to work. The sun streamed through the windows, great sheets of warmth. The daffodils were out, the prunus in full blossom – a beautiful late winter’s day. Lost in daydreams, I would have missed my stop but the tram jolted. I jumped up and rushed to … Continue reading Through a glass, darkly…
Lisa stopped her scrubbing, her head cocked, straining to hear. Her heart thumped. She stood up slowly, fighting the urge to run, and wiped her hands down the sides of her trousers. She walked from the room, along the passage and out onto the front verandah. She stood, her back against the wall, and took … Continue reading Appearances
Seal, n. A member of the family Phocidae, sub-order Pinnipedia. An aquatic carnivorous mammal with limbs developed into flippers and adapted for swimming, and having an elongated body covered with thick fur or bristles and terminated by a short tail. The seal figures in the mythology of many ancient peoples. The town of Yuille sat … Continue reading Seals
Jean hung her handbag on the back of the chair and sat down at the kitchen table. She clasped her hands neatly in front of her. ‘Mum, Sonia rang me yesterday. She’s worried about you.’ Maggie smiled at her daughter. ‘Don’t worry about her dear. She’s just a busybody.’ ‘This is serious Mum.’ Maggie sighed, … Continue reading The Staffordshire shepherdess
Helen kicked off her shoes as soon as she came through the door, dumping the plastic shopping bags on the floor. All idea of a quiet cup of tea, of time, space to herself, evaporated with the sight of the kitchen table strewn with nut, bolts, small dials, pieces of metal and wood. ‘Can’t … Continue reading The wood