Fiction Writing
Being abandoned by his family every Christmas as a child had set off the downward spiral. Thirty years later, he had finally hit rock bottom. Cassandra lay naked on the bed, her skin blotchy and bruised, the needle still hanging out her arm. He shelled out the notes from his wallet and left them on … Continue reading HOME ALONE 13: HOLIDAY IN THE HACIENDA
She thought the first time would have been an epiphany, a glimpse at paradise. Instead, here she was underneath the overpass, among squalid dirt and mud. The climactic moment had come with a rush of adrenaline, but it was over too quickly. Her breathing returned to normal, she fixed her rucked top and smoothed her … Continue reading HER FIRST TIME
He appeared naked, emerging from the mist hanging over the loch. Mhairi stopped scrubbing the shirt. His torso was chiselled, the hair a dark mane, his eyes a piercing green. When the water no longer covered the top of his legs she knew she should look away, but she stared, as in a trance. He … Continue reading THE KELPIE
'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
This was her spot. Ideally quiet away from traffic at the end of the alley, yet near enough to the main roads of the city centre to guarantee custom. She had fought off challengers over the last few months. Not just other, older, more experienced girls who knew a prime sight when they saw one, … Continue reading STREET HUSTLER
