Fiction Writing
'Do come in,' she beckoned to the people passing her gate. They veered away from the old crone. When she was younger they had come more easily, enticed by her warm, youthful face. Back then the community had been poorer. Beggars who lived on the streets and cripples returning from the war had gladly accepted … Continue reading INVITATION
Must get that loose top step fixed, she thought, as she walked up to her front door. As always she had to force the key in. Must get that lock seen to by a locksmith before it jams completely. She pushed the door open, seeing the boarded up diamond of mint-green. Must get that piece … Continue reading THE TO-DO LIST
'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
'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
'Don't cross the border,' his father had pleaded. Cortez sat on what remained of the balcony. 'Look at me now, Padre.' His balcony. It would take hard labour to fix the place up, but he had been doing hard labour his whole life. This time though, the work would be for his benefit, not the … Continue reading SPOILS OF WAR
