Following Fido
Wherever Fido went my little sister went too. Faithfully holding on as he bumped and rolled his way around the garden, the house, the pavement.
Baking biscuits
Susan was reflective cutting the perfect snowflake biscuits. Sometimes all it took was a sprinkle of magic and sugar dusting to wash away the cares of the day.
Living in the dream
‘Dermot, Dermot’. I tug at his shirt urgently, trying to get his attention. ‘Yes?’ He glances at me and smiles. ‘Dermot, what if I told you all this,’ I wave my arms around expansively to indicate the enormity of what I’m about to say, ‘is not real, that it’s all just a dream.’
The 07:32 from Pen Mill
Sitting on the 07.32 from Pen Mill going to a meeting in Bristol I marvel at the things people still do to earn a living and count myself lucky to work at home. I never endure the daily commute amongst people intent only on getting to work (and back again). On the infrequent occasions, I…
Apprentice
Little Jinny Fallon ‘ad ‘er arm taken off in the mule. Blood spurting everywhere like water from the pump in the yard, spraying up the walls in bright blades of crimson against the dusty brown and black. And gore everywhere, the salty sweet stench fit to turn your stomach, and many tipped their guts over…
Life in the present tense
It was the cards I noticed first this morning. Each one neatly placed on the windowsill. Carefully butted up against the thin line of mastic securing glass into frame; they were spaced almost exactly it seemed, but without the benefit of a ruler I couldn’t be sure.
Be the change #FridayFiction
‘Hands up if you can tell me what “be the change” means?’ Lucy looked around the class trying to size up those most likely to answer. They looked away, pretending to write something in their notebooks.
Happy new year 2022
Darling Hilde Looking back, I knew that 2021 was going to be a corker of a year. It just felt ‘right’ somehow. And after all the trouble we’d had during 2020, it certainly needed to earn its keep.
The darker side of chocolate – Friday fiction
“Would you like some of my chocolate grandma?” I looked at Ben and smiled. The last time I’d had a bar of chocolate must have been before the war started, before the rationing came and there was no time, or money for things like sweets. I remember my mother staring at me in horror when…
The leap of faith – #FridayFiction
Jenny looked down and gulped. It was higher than she’d expected. The whole gang were below shouting at her to jump as she clung to the frame for support. ‘Jenny, just jump please sweetheart, just jump down and I’ll catch you’. Dad with his arms wide and welcoming. Ben was looking at her expectantly, ‘come…