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Listen: Gold country
I’ve been working to record my stories into an audio format – giving you another way to engage with my writing. In each episode, I…
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Flash Fiction: Hunger crime
Jason was hungry when he approached the store. Not in-the-mood-for-a-snack hungry, no. Jason was really hungry, like hadn’t-eaten-in-two-days hungry. Despite Jason reminding his dad to…
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Flash Fiction: Just one bite
He knew exactly what the wicked old witch was trying to do. Feeding him all these wonderfully delicious treats, trying to get him nice and…
Keep readingListen: A campground promenade
I’ve been working to record my stories into an audio format – giving you another way to engage with my writing. In each episode, I…
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Spilt milk
Daddy hoists me up. Lifting under my arms, he puts me into the trolley. He grabs the little black strap, pulls it across my tummy…
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Flash Fiction: Temptation
The pair had been making eyes at one another for months but tonight they’d taken it that one step further. The time was set for…
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Flash Fiction: Calling
I woke up early this morning to be the first in line. My phone rests in my hand, primed and ready; the number already punched…
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Flash Fiction: Lost and found
I know I put them somewhere. I’ve searched this place high and low. Every nook inspected, every cranny examined but still they elude me. I’ve…
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Flash Fiction: Return to sender
An unpleasant surprise waited in my letterbox today. It was an envelope I had posted only two weeks ago. Now here it was, back again:…
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Flash Fiction: Celebration
Daniel has always been a recluse. He’s content with being alone, even after becoming the last person left on Earth. Preferring the peace and quiet…
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The Bystander
The night air is unusually warm for March as the young woman emerges from the subway. It’s a little after midnight and a full moon…
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Flash Fiction: Refuge
Whenever in a new place, after hours of sightseeing, I make a point of seeking refuge. I do this by visiting the public library. Why?…
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