THE THINGS THAT LEAVE US COLD, A PROSE PIECE

  Part I           I stood by the open window and watched and waited, surrounded on all sides by the wisteria that clung on as time passed by and forgave nothing. It felt like I was watching the seasons change as the leaves lost their gleam in the sunlight, found theirContinue reading “THE THINGS THAT LEAVE US COLD, A PROSE PIECE”

AN EXCURSION, THE ALDI OUTING, PART II; 2 EURO A TROLLEY

  If you missed Part I, click here first… AN EXCURSION, THE ALDI OUTING, A SHORT STORY Part II           We weren’t going till the afternoon, mid-afternoon, which thankfully gave us plenty of time to get a bit of airing into the laundry. They’d been on the clotheshorse for two daysContinue reading “AN EXCURSION, THE ALDI OUTING, PART II; 2 EURO A TROLLEY”

BACK HOME, A SHORT STORY OF THE COMFORTS OF COMMUNICATION AND CONFUSION

  -Where’s the thing? she asks, her mind racing faster than the push-up response of the recline on the sofa. -What thing? I inquire, startled out of a semi-induced state of hibernation to save myself from the 2nd instalment of the evening of Emmerdale which was briefly interrupted by 23 minutes of Coronation Street andContinue reading “BACK HOME, A SHORT STORY OF THE COMFORTS OF COMMUNICATION AND CONFUSION”

AN EXCURSION, THE ALDI OUTING, A SHORT STORY

            We’re going to Aldi tomorrow, me and The Mother.           She started making a list last Sunday! She’s never been before and the excitement is only bouncing through the freshly aired house (we open all the windows at 11am and a good time to closeContinue reading “AN EXCURSION, THE ALDI OUTING, A SHORT STORY”

SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; BETWEEN THE PANES

A short story The wife. I am a wife. I am a mother. There is a brown house with a red picket fence surrounding it that has our name upon the old fashioned and outdated post box. I can’t remember ever really receiving post. Real post; letters stamped with fondness and posted with a hopeContinue reading “SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; BETWEEN THE PANES”

SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; WATCHING YOU WATCHING ME

   The Dead one I woke to a mouth already swallowing the claustrophobic earth that mounded itself over my naked torso like crumble over stewed apples waiting to be crisped but I couldn’t feel the warmth of an oven, even buried, as I was, so close to the sparks of hell but, instead of diggingContinue reading “SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; WATCHING YOU WATCHING ME”

SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; A MATTER OF MUD

  A Short Story The Americans and British were bent on finding Jim Morrison while the Irish and Japanese, for some reason, longed to add more kisses to the now ball-less Sphinx lingering over the long decayed body of Wilde, who probably watched down over their stupidity, proffered some wicked wit as their rouged upContinue reading “SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; A MATTER OF MUD”

SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; THE STILLNESS IN THE BARN

  A short tale of fancy and fear. And so he waved back, and, as if brushing back the years, he remembered when they cycled through the lanes together, well, not exactly together, but in their group; he was there and she was there, though, in truth, it was not this particular woman, the womanContinue reading “SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; THE STILLNESS IN THE BARN”

ONE SMALL STEP, A SHORT STORY

  I woke up to the sound of the bus bell, ringing out at the end of our block, signalling the first stop for the beach. Kids shrieked with laughter as they played catch in a neighbour’s yard and I heard Ma mumbling to herself as she twisted the knob back and forth on theContinue reading “ONE SMALL STEP, A SHORT STORY”

HUNGER, A SHORT TALE OF HORROR

  The Man. The morning was a challenge from the offset. One of those days when I should’ve stayed in bed; the milk had curdled in the crippled cardboard carton so my coffee was black and bitter before I accidentally downed half of it over the front of the shirt I’d spent too long pressingContinue reading “HUNGER, A SHORT TALE OF HORROR”

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