The Find
The oasis at the foot of the mountain was a welcome sight to the hundreds of people gathering there. The lush vegetation of the ferns and splendid palms gently swayed in the light breeze and the cool water was invitingly…
Fallen Angel
There – my work complete. I will be forgiven and the Master will take me back. See how the moon’s pale glow falls onto your wings? How wonderfully translucent is the indigo of the night sky, as it hangs between…
Forbidden Playground
The smell of the mud along the banks of the Vulcan Brook should have been warning enough: not to play there. Our mothers threatened the severest of beatings if we should be caught wandering near to it – let alone…
Benefit of Doubt
Has this glamorous heiress really decided to create a haven for asylum seekers? It seems a stretch, to be honest. She could be bored, her usual jet set lifestyle curbed by ‘covid’, or perhaps for once the news coverage has…
Turning Point
As she heard the door slam and the key turn in the lock, Gemma began to shake. She’d managed to hold herself together until now; answered all their questions and even phoned Roger, leaving a message on his voice mail.…
Friday I’m in Love
The Cure’s music is still running through my head, now it’s Love Cats. I’m fizzing to the zany beat. It’s Friday night and the city’s pubs are emptying – folk heading to nightclubs – others swaying – weaving through traffic…
Inviting Terror
Inviting Terror The door opened slowly where it rested silently against the rubber stop. Moonlight flooded onto the symmetrical tiles of the hall floor. The only sound oozing from the parlour, where chanting could be heard – the words inaudible,…
A Wedding Day
The small gold filigree basket captured the sunbeams as they filtered through the lace voiles, giving the illusion that the small antique object was magically sprinkled with stardust. It was sitting on the dressing table in room 206. The year…
The Laundry Basket
I sat on the bathroom stool and opened the laundry basket. It had been a fabulous day out, just the two of us. The twin’s PJ’s lay on the top, they’d been for a sleep-over at my mum and dad’s.…
Freedom
‘Martin. Do you know what freedom is?’ Miss Price watched the boy over her round rimmed spectacles, her foot tapping on the lectern’s step. Her mouth puckered expectantly and her nostrils flared. Miss Price was of slight build with…