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 read the story aloud and provide insights into what inspired it. The metal box is available now on Spotify – have a listen!
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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 tried all the usual places. Sliding my hand down the back of the couch, rummaging through the junk drawer in the kitchen, even checking the pocket of my old winterContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Lost and found”
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: a paper boomerang. I turn the envelope over in my hands, run my fingers along its crumpled edges. The creased paper matches the furrowing of my brow as I inspectContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Return to sender”
Flash Fiction: Oh sugar!
It’s Saturday afternoon. Giant wet droplets creating pools in the backyard make going outside an unpleasant option, so instead we’re partaking in an activity all parents do when they have children at home, bored and full of excess energy. It’s a promise, really, that we’ll load them up with sugar. But first, we must bakeContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Oh sugar!”
I hear the shutter click from behind me and flinch. It’s a reflex, I can’t help it. Every time I hear that tell tale sound my muscles contract and my jaw clenches. It’s like a survival response, telling me I’m under threat. Fifty, sixty, seventy times a day it happens. Click. Flinch. Click. Flinch. MyContinue reading “Captured”
A pelting rain slated Mickey as he waited for the bus and watched the worm. Big droplets splashed and plopped against his raincoat, seeping into it, dampening his shirt underneath. Mickey shivered, folded his arms and bowed into the wind. He angrily wished there was a proper bus shelter to wait in. The worm, totallyContinue reading “Raspberry delight”
The cancer ward was on the ground floor and that was a problem. I was about to be checked-in for six weeks of treatment, placing my life in suspension, while I attempted to fight the tumour growing inside me. It was a brief adjournment between this life and the next, but the jury was stillContinue reading “The in-between”
Knowing every single one of us had to go through it didn’t make it any more pleasant when it actually happened. I’d seen it a handful of times already, usually to a senior student, and you could always tell when it was happening, despite any effort on their part to hide it. There was noContinue reading “The moult”
The locked door
Gemma arrived home just as the red sky marked the end of another winter’s day. Juggling her purse, gym gear and phone in one hand, she stood at her doorstep and plunged her free hand in the gaping stomach of her backpack. After a moment of rummaging, her fingers grazed against the cold, pointed metalContinue reading “The locked door”
Grief is not an ocean
Have you ever noticed that when we talk about grief, people will mention the ocean? If you listen carefully, especially when the mourner is reeling, that expansive body of water is practically guaranteed to get a mention. It usually goes something like this: The bereaved will start by describing an idyllic scene. They’ll be standingContinue reading “Grief is not an ocean”