Fiction Writing
Their own quiet spot: the water brown from the muddy bed; the beach a mixture of sand and silt; the tree that grew out horizontally from the water's edge before curving up towards the heavens. It was here they had first stolen away together, away from the group of friends hanging around the park in … Continue reading THEIR TRANQUIL PLACE
'Imagine all the people, sharing all the world,' sang John Lennon. And they shot him. 'I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character,' ministered the Reverend Martin Luther … Continue reading IMAGINE
Archie sat atop the bogie kart. The road stretched out in front of him. And below him. A long way below him. 'Are you sure about this, Archie?' his best friend and fellow kart-builder Bill asked. Archie saw the look of genuine concern in his classmate's face. He pulled the racing goggles over his eyes … Continue reading ONWARD
'Meet me at our favourite spot,' she wrote two weeks ago. Today was the appointed time. She sat by the river watching the water rushing along, mirroring the tumult in her heart. Here they had first fallen in love, before circumstance and war had torn them apart. She lay on the grass, listening to the … Continue reading UNITED IN LOVE
'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
