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
Well, it didn't look much - a cuddly toy, a small chocolate each, a few sweets. It would have to do. He hoped they would understand. He collected them all and put them in the Santa sack. He left the newspaper lying open on the bed. His own face stared up at him from the … Continue reading TABLOID INTRUSION
The sun came over the small village and the first signs of life began stirring. Looking down she watched the same routine unfold as it always did. A light came on at the Klein's house - the children had risen too early again. Lithe Jenny Wright appeared dressed in luminous jacket and running tights and … Continue reading MORNING ROUTINE
The first snow of the winter arrived. He looked out at the path and the fields, transformed, covered in a smooth white cowling. This might be the last time he would see such a sight, the pure untrodden blanket, but he'd thought that every winter for the last decade and still he soldiered on. Each … Continue reading HIS DAILY PERAMBLE
After Dad had passed away, it fell to Dave to empty out the family home. In the garden shed, Dave looked at the collection of oil cans. There was no use for them now and they weren't worth anything. He picked up one and opened the lid. There wasn't oil inside, it was something else. … Continue reading FAMILY REMAINS
