Fiction Writing
This was not what he had in mind when Sandra invited him on a beach holiday. He'd thought of golden sand and her golden hair; revealing swimwear barely concealing her tanned curves; frolicking in the sea... Sandra rubbed her grimy, seaweed-covered hands on her dirty overalls and threw the trowel aside, her smile beaming. 'Another … Continue reading ON THE BEACH WITH SANDRA
Every Sunday through that summer at eleven they had sat on the same bench, Patrice and his younger brother Henri, waiting while their parents attended church. At five past eleven the fountain would spring into life as the gardener, Hervé, turned it on. Father gave them a toy boat to sail around the pond. On the warmest … Continue reading BROTHERS
She brought the axe down on the bird's neck. The body, until then a squirming, panicked, struggling handful went limp. The last few feathers floated to the ground and all was still. She wiped the sweat from her brow. The sun continued to beat down relentlessly. They all said the weather would break soon, it … Continue reading AMONG THE REMAINS
After ten days and no sign of life, with his supplies consumed, Marshall decided to descend from the mountain top. It was the middle of summer but all the trees were bare. At the bottom of the path the brook had dried up, leaving only a muddy brown puddle where the clear fresh stream once … Continue reading LONE WOLF
Archie sat in the small boat. 'Is that it? We've hardly got out of the bay. You didn't even put the sail up.' 'No wind in the bay for that,' the boat owner answered. 'Well, I haven't found anything luxurious about my cruise at all.' 'I'm sorry you feel that way, although as you've had … Continue reading LUXURY HOLIDAY
