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
Glass roses, gilt-edged with gold, smashed and splintered. He sits among them, the broken shards of his life. She has gone now, the fire and the fury. She will return, he knows. She will do it again. Why does he put up with it? That abstract notion of love? Loyalty? Or shame? Shame that a … Continue reading GILT-EDGED
'Delayed indefinitely' was the phrase the captain had used, offering no further information. Outside the aeroplane, rain continued to pour but the weather wasn't bad enough to ground flights. Peering through her window she saw the airport personnel circling them. No one seemed to approach the aircraft. It had been an hour now. Her mind … Continue reading PARANOIA
One final effort and he would make it to the ridge that ran along the top of the mountain. His mind had been so clear that morning, filled with only the thought of scaling the hill. But as he had ascended, the worries of his life had crept in again. The company was going under. … Continue reading DARK CLOUDS
A PROSE POEM: A shallow stream with a pebbled carpet, Dapples of sunlight on a shimmering surface. Bare feet cooled in ripples of water, Shouts and laughter and joyful splashes. A father and a son joined in play, A precious moment clutched from memory. Quiet descends on a father alone, A shadow of … Continue reading FATHER AND SON
