It took them weeks to find the perfect spot to dig. Weeks of pouring over maps and looking at longitude and latitude, but they pinpointed a spot on the edge of a field about a mile from the village and then set about trying to find some shovels. It was the beginning of the 6-week … Continue reading The Summer of the Dig
I sit, waiting -for the silence between the heartbeats, the pause between each breath. /At the end of a falling star, or the flicker of a lightbulb – behind the half-closed door/ As the bird stops singing, and even ants run off to hide - I’m waiting.
We had been watching the rolling coverage of the earthquakes like everyone else, but it just hadn’t occurred to us that we’d need a tent. When we realised, Marcy ran out to find one before the sirens started. She came back an hour later with one of those pop-up tents that are supposed to be … Continue reading Flood Waters
We'd been watching the rolling coverage of the earthquakes like everyone else, but it just hadn’t occurred to us that we’d need a tent. When we realised, Marcy ran out to find one before the sirens started. She came back an hour later with one of those pop-up tents that are supposed to be easy … Continue reading Flood Waters – Extract.
Jonah sat on the barstool, his back ruler straight, and his hands on his lap. On the island in front of him lay an owner’s manual that appeared more encyclopaedia than manual. ‘Jonah, you’ve been with me a while now,’ Mr Roberts began, as he leant on the kitchen island and flicked through the manual. ‘Five … Continue reading Expiration Date
Realising Mark was gone was like remembering halfway through the morning that you’ve forgotten to brush your teeth. Up until you remember, there’s something niggling at the back of your head, then in a flash you realise. I’ve known Mark on and off since we were four or five years old. At times we’d go … Continue reading No New Posts
Cleo sat up in bed as the light streamed in through the window. She chewed at the end of the pen as she shuffled against the pillows, trying to get comfortable. As she shuffled, her gaze never left the Sudoku puzzle in front of her. She bit down as she scanned the puzzle, trying to … Continue reading Ink Stain
As the birds stretched their vocal cords for the first time that day, Mr Bardon left his house and shuffled off to the park holding the small wooden box. The milkman trundled down the road in his electric cart and Mr Bardon tipped his hat to him, as he had done every day for as … Continue reading All Souls Park
As some of my followers may know, when the pandemic started, I decided to write one story every day for a year. I think I managed about 70 days before the strain of writing a short story every day just became too much, not only did I burn out, but I wasn’t getting anything else … Continue reading Habit
Stones and dirt lay underfoot down barren streets. Houses rose askew; crooked angles making me shudder and hold my head till they straightened. Twists and tunnels through endless seas of brick – a murmur up ahead, as faces looked down at me from bedrooms. I waved to me in a doorway, ‘more?’ I asked. I … Continue reading Cracks