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
'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
The tourists and students poured into The Great Hall, the entrance to the Met. This would be the easy bit. If she picked the right time, when the crowds were at their busiest, it would be easy to slip away unnoticed. If he left the money under the ciborium in the Medieval Europe gallery, if … Continue reading PLOTTING
Trudging through the cold night, the last remnants of the winter snow on the ground, she finally saw the lights glowing from the windows ahead. Above her the familiar turrets of the castle loomed. Four years since she had been taken by the crusaders. How she had changed since then, no longer the innocent thirteen … Continue reading THE TURRETS OF HOME
Seeing him sitting by the road she felt she had to do something. His boots were gaffer-taped around the toes. A few doors along was a shoe shop. He smiled and followed her. The staff in the store were her only hope now, the only witnesses to have seen them. Would he like a hot meal … Continue reading NEW BOOTS
