Fiction Writing
Ironing done, dinner cooking. Time to put the kettle on and rest for ten minutes before she got home. It was hard work keeping his house in order, not that the women who ran the world understood. Just because he didn't go out to work, didn't mean he wasn't working. Just as he sat down … Continue reading ROLE REVERSAL
The app told him that she had seen the message. He stared at the screen but nothing happened. He could see that she was online. Why wasn't she replying? Now he felt like an idiot. He should never have sent her the message in the first place. What would he say next time he saw … Continue reading YEARNING
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
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
Felicity tried to interrupt the critic, but he had built up such a head of steam he wouldn't be stopped. 'The sunflower, you see, is a comment on Van Gogh's work and the astronomical price OF art at modern auctions. It is saying to you, the viewer, is art really worth that much when a … Continue reading CRITICAL INTERPRETATION
