Fiction Writing
She deserved this. Work could be put on the back burner for a couple of weeks. The children were with her parents. The tail end of summer was just warm enough to wear a sleeveless top and a short skirt, while around her the countryside was turning from lush green to golden yellow and orange. … Continue reading A SENSE OF CALM
Autumn had arrived. The windows were covered in early morning condensation as the cold air outside met the warm heated air of his apartment. He pulled the blanket round his shoulders and stared at the murky grey dawn. A child's laughter, like a whisper on the breeze, echoed round the quiet room. Through the hazy … Continue reading A WHISPER
Archie looked at the overhanging branches from the neighbours overgrown sycamore tree. Every Autumn the leaves fell into his garden, burying the flowerbeds and lawn. Every Autumn he had to clear them. It had taken him all morning to sweep the leaves up. Now they sat in one big pile in the middle of the … Continue reading AUTUMN LEAVES
The leaves had turned gold and yellow and still Archie hadn't finished painting the house. 'You lazy good-for-nothing,' Agnes yelled at him as he sat reading the morning paper. 'I will finish the thing myself.' Agnes strode out into the crisp morning air. The grass and leaves on the ground were damp from the morning … Continue reading AUTUMNAL FALL
