There was nothing good about the situation. The bridesmaid’s dress was too tight, emphasizing her lumpy hips, the flowers were making her sneeze, the lilac colored pumps pinched like a son-of-a-bitch and her agonizing and unrequited passion for the groom was choking her. Continue reading

The Liar

Verity had always hated her name. It felt like she had a mouthful of marbles, when she said it out loud. He grandmother had told her that it meant ‘Truth’ but that hadn’t helped her like it any better. In fact, it made her feel small, especially as she’d become such an accomplished liar. Continue reading


Rachel lay on her side. The snow had drifted in against the concave bay that her stomach formed. It gathered in a white slope, ascending gently from the ground up to the top of her rib cage.

There was no single word to describe how cold she was. If there was a German word, she’d forgotten it, and even her native Polish escaped her now.  What did it matter anyway? Whatever language she had forgotten made no difference to the fact that she was probably going to die here. Continue reading


The words slipped from his mouth straight onto the rug. The jagged statement flip-flopped at her feet, like a gold fish, stranded and gasping for air. As his voice droned on Sophie looked down at the slippery entity, wondering if she should perform triage, ascertain what might save it from a wooly death, or just leave it to end its days, right there where David had let it fall.

“She meant nothing to me” he repeated.

There it was again. The word-fish, slippery, agonized, deep in its death throes, and yet still alive in the room.  Continue reading


The letter slid under the door with a virtually inaudible swish. Tom lifted his head from the pillow and for a moment couldn’t remember where he was. The room unfamiliar, he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. The broad window was shrouded in heavy drapes blacking out the daylight.

He lifted his watch from the bedside table and pulled back the edge of one curtain. As a sliver of light fell across the face Tom could see it was 6.43am Continue reading


The front of the restaurant had seen better days. The dark green canopy was faded and weather worn, and the small carriage lights, on either side of the front door, were probably brass – under all the tarnish.

‘I suppose I could write that up as a ‘patina’ Amy thought.

The small, leaded windows glimmered with a warm orange light from within, and along with the peeling painted windowsills gave a Dickensian feel to the frontage. Feeling optimistic Amy, grabbed her camera and snapped a couple of pictures to add to the article. Continue reading


The taxi bumped along the lumpy driveway as it approached the house. David and Elizabeth, while still exhilarated from their eight-week long trip, were travel weary, hungry and desperate for their own shower and reliably comfortable bed.

She loved this time of day. The gloaming as the locals called it. The sun was almost down, but not quite. The light took on a purple hue, reflecting the dense green grass and warm tones of the heather, covering the gentle curve of the bank that ran between theirs and the neighbor’s lawns. Continue reading