It’s National Storytelling Week this week. It’s also the week my Mum turns 70. I find that quite fitting. After all it was my mum, like many mothers before her and since, who introduced me and my three sisters to the magic of stories. Mum, full of warmth and love, her full bosom the perfect… Continue reading Here’s to Magic Mums
The Whispering Woods They told me not to go in there. Into the woods where the you-know-whats lurk. Huge hulks of brown fury, all claws and teeth and menace. They said terrible things would happen to me if I did. I weaved a finger into my locks as I listened, smiled and nodded. "No mama, no… Continue reading The Whispering Woods & Let Me Go – The Sirens Call – Issue 42, Dec 2018
I remember the time you stepped on a shell and your big toe burst open all bloody. 'That's your fault' you spat at me, as Mum bent to nurse your wound. 'I'm sorry' I said, confused. You said it again with a mouthful of teeth, your bike strewn on the pavement behind you. 'I'm sorry'… Continue reading Chalk It Down (Friday Fictioneers)
