Fiction Writing
In the dead of the night. That was how I expected to find her. Dead. As I approached the house, nothing changed my mind. It was still. Still like a house with no one alive in it. I pictured the scene I knew was waiting for me. Her, lying on the floor. Red blood pooling … Continue reading BE STILL MY BEATING HEART
Twilight feel, artificial light, woozy head. Almost home, such a nice night. Drinks, laughs, good times. Shared smiles with him again, dancing, brief contact. Should've made that move? A cloud of a missed opportunity. Park bench, take a seat, lie down. Staring up at the stars, the whole universe out there. Nothing to do in … Continue reading THE UNIVERSAL
Sitting in the cafe with a view of the Houses of Parliament, he double-checked the decoded message. A simple cipher using 'The Ambassadors' by Henry James - the numbers referred to the pages of the book, the first letter of the third line on each page combined to give the location. He had it right. … Continue reading THE CONTRACT
At last a sign that someone was looking for me. I managed to wave my red jacket in the air before I was pulled to the ground. Was it enough for the search plane to see me? It continued flying and disappeared beyond the horizon. Three weeks I've been held now, without explanation. The ropes … Continue reading OUTPOST
Hustle and bustle. Amongst it all I sit alone. Many come and go: commuters, tourists, pleasure seekers and shoppers. Smiling faces and laughter, serious looks with purposeful strides, blank expressions and automatic motions: all accumulate into the life of the station. The whistle signals an arrival. Her arrival. Loud squealing brakes and steam fill the … Continue reading STOLEN WEEKEND
