Fiction Writing
Glass roses, gilt-edged with gold, smashed and splintered. He sits among them, the broken shards of his life. She has gone now, the fire and the fury. She will return, he knows. She will do it again. Why does he put up with it? That abstract notion of love? Loyalty? Or shame? Shame that a … Continue reading GILT-EDGED
Being abandoned by his family every Christmas as a child had set off the downward spiral. Thirty years later, he had finally hit rock bottom. Cassandra lay naked on the bed, her skin blotchy and bruised, the needle still hanging out her arm. He shelled out the notes from his wallet and left them on … Continue reading HOME ALONE 13: HOLIDAY IN THE HACIENDA
She sneaked away from the rest of the group as they splashed around in the water. 'Come on, Alice,' beckoned her friends. It was not often they got the opportunity to enjoy the sunshine by the river. Enthusiasm had got the better of one, then two, and soon all their clothes lay in a pile … Continue reading HIDDEN
That was it after twenty-five years. A note on the table when he got home from work, the suitcases gone, an empty wardrobe. He re-read: 'can't carry on like this... your temper... mood swings... deserve better... fighting... better for us both.' He felt the anger building. He crumpled the note in a clenched fist. The … Continue reading SHATTERED
For years they had called him a freak because he looked different. No friends, no relationships, cast aside by an uncaring society. His mother's love was the only one he'd known, caring for him, nurturing him, protecting him, until she was gone too soon. Then loneliness in an unforgiving world. He longed to join in … Continue reading SCARRED
