This story was rejected (in record time) by the journal that I wrote it for. Although the characters really came alive for me, I haven't had all positive feedback from my chief support network. One criticism is that it's a bit slow-moving. I do wonder whether the premise is also slightly faulty. Anyway, it's 2800 … Continue reading Granny Shannon’s House
After Misky's post: 29.1.22: I've Been Thinking In the morning still the quiet stamp of rain and chickens crooning. I take out my fiction examine the creases in half one way and then flip i chew my bottom lip afraid of tearing... such fragile invention but this morning there's a feeling that Icarus' flight might … Continue reading Ikebana Writing
An angled column of sun selects the courtyard as its resting place, quivering in among a dapple of leaves and students and lushing out the thick green lawn. She stands right in the centre, separate and anointed, her hair fairly aflame with light, her green shirt matching the grass, still and upright. He calls her … Continue reading The Reunion
(I wrote this for a competition in which there was a 1000 word limit. It didn't win so, several months later, I think I will publish it here.) It turns out that waiting is the hard part. You decide that waiting needs to be redefined to mean “empty space; opportunity for useless worry.” As the … Continue reading Waiting..
Out of the Cave 