MY HUSBAND AND HIS LOVER

'That's the trouble with these old stone houses. They're built like forts, to keep the enemy out. But once the enemy is within, it means it's difficult to escape. Little slits instead of windows, only one door. You know, they used to tax homeowners based on the number of windows in their house, so everyone … Continue reading MY HUSBAND AND HIS LOVER

SPECTRAL MISTS

'Years since anyone has lived here.' The cobwebs and thick carpet of dust, moss and dirt reinforced Daisy's words. Wind blew in through broken windows, daylight entered where once the roof had blocked its path. Outside the crumbling walls the thundering sound of the surf crashing against the foot of the cliffs resounded. 'They found … Continue reading SPECTRAL MISTS