Fiction Writing
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 thought the first time would have been an epiphany, a glimpse at paradise. Instead, here she was underneath the overpass, among squalid dirt and mud. The climactic moment had come with a rush of adrenaline, but it was over too quickly. Her breathing returned to normal, she fixed her rucked top and smoothed her … Continue reading HER FIRST TIME
'I tried Tiddlywinks, Ludo, even Snap. In the end I settled on this.' Death gestured to the game scrawled out on the paper in front of them. Reginald felt a pang of sympathy for the depressed figure shrouded in his black robe. 'Really? Tic-Tac-Toe was the only one we could cope with?' 'It's called Noughts … Continue reading DEATH DUMBS DOWN
Coming to the south of France had been the wisest choice of his life. Retirement suited him, as did the Mediterranean sun, the walks along the coast, the relaxed pace of Medville and the wine. He sipped the glass of rosé (given to him by the owner of the vineyard next door) and thanked his … Continue reading SEA AIR
When he was a small boy, Barry loved playing with the toy farm his father made for him. He tended to the small cows, sheep and pigs, drove the tractor, mucked out the stables and fed the horses. Sometimes his father would join him, but after his parents divorce he sat playing on his own. … Continue reading FARMER BARRY
