Fiction Writing
This was the tree alright, the dead one with no leaves. Streetlight nearby, no need for the torch I had brought. A night of hard labour ahead, best get to it. Sweat and dirt, clanging metal on rocky, hard ground. Takes longer than you think to dig a deep grave. At three in the morning … Continue reading THE GRAVEDIGGER
Woozy. Sweat. Open eyes. Peeling paint, damp patches, broken ceiling fan. Movement next to me. Moist sheets. Another person. She moans. Dark hair, dark skin. Vague memories. A bar, drinking, her smiling face. Sit up, look round. Dilapidated. Head thumping. Air oppressive. Dry throat. Stagger to the window. Old, wooden frame. Open it. Humid air. … Continue reading FIELD HOSPITAL
Dusk, the start of the night shift that no one wants to do. Bálint watches the sun dip down across the river, it's reflection glinting off the water. A week of this to come before he returns to the lazy day shift, relaxing in the warmth of the summer days. In most places, the darkness … Continue reading DUSK AT THE BORDER
Waiting for the last rose petal to fall, the end of summer and autumn announced, she could feel the urge rising within her again. Through the latticed window the blood red colour spoke to her. The sun would dip behind the horizon soon. The days were getting shorter. The confinement to her room would soon … Continue reading LUST FOR LIFE
Agnes lay awake staring at the roof of the tent. She gave Archie a nudge. 'What now?' he grumbled. 'Don't you hear that?' 'I didn't hear anything.' Archie rolled over. 'This wasn't what I had in mind when you said you had a surprise planned.' A strange howl sounded in the distance. 'Was that a … Continue reading PEACE AT LAST
