Flash Fiction

Urban Symphony (Friday Fictioneers)

I like to pretend I am the conductor of an orchestra, like the ones Pa took me to see when I was small. We'd sneak in at the interval and hide within the shadows, until it was safe to choose our seats.  Now on the cold days, my hands become my baton, like I’m Nadia Boulanger conducting… Continue reading Urban Symphony (Friday Fictioneers)

Published Fiction

Published Fiction: The Whispering Woods & Let Me Go – The Sirens Call – Issue 42, Dec 2018

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... Read more here. Let Me Go She… Continue reading Published Fiction: The Whispering Woods & Let Me Go – The Sirens Call – Issue 42, Dec 2018

Published Fiction

PUBLISHED FICTION – Shatter the Silence – the Same Online Journal – Issue 12.1, August 2018

I remember peering around the doorway watching each plate shatter, splintering into a ceramic snowstorm at the hands of my mother. For some reason my memory has omitted the sound. I see her mouth open wide, her eyes and nose dripping. I see the droplets merging with the flying debris as she furiously throws her… Continue reading PUBLISHED FICTION – Shatter the Silence – the Same Online Journal – Issue 12.1, August 2018

Published Fiction

PUBLISHED FICTION – Status: Vulnerable – the Same Online Journal – Issue 10.2, June 2018

"Her green eyes close and sleep follows. Her favourite time of day, or rather night. At night she escapes her diagnosis, her ageing bones and the tang of disinfectant that pervades this ‘home’. At night she ..." [Read more here] Published in the Same online literary journal, Issue 10.2, 11th June 2018

Flash Fiction

Quite the Exhibition

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Eva stopped for a moment, leaning back against the cool stone of a vast pillar. Droplets of sweat tickled at her temples as they  began their descent down her cheeks. She sucked air into her aching chest, her thoughts racing like the beating of her heart.  Mere seconds and she… Continue reading Quite the Exhibition

Flash Fiction

Working the Scales (Friday Fictioneers)

I peeked out from under an elbow, my hands still gripping the sides of my head as I uncurled myself from the floor. ‘Oops!’ She spoke from behind her fingers as she surveyed the damage, her eyes drawn upwards  to the squeak of a ceiling fan swinging to and fro. ‘Yeah, you could say that’… Continue reading Working the Scales (Friday Fictioneers)