The Man

This story was inspired by the photograph which you may interpret as a father and his daughter out for a pleasant evening walk. It struck me as more sinister and actually sent a shiver up my spine.  At first it had been fun walking through the woods and listening to the crunch of broken branches …

House share

I came across two separate prompts for short stories I intended to write and thought it would be fun to combine them. This was the result. 😀    ‘This house is freezing.’ ‘It’s not really that bad Jack; it’s just been empty a long while. Now we’re here lets at least look round. Will you …

Love on the Rock

‘Where’s your accent from?’ ‘I’m from Malta.’ Where’s that? I’ve heard of it but not sure where it is.’ ‘Between Italy and Africa. In the middle of the Mediterranean.’ That was when I first fell in love with the man I was dancing with, and later the ‘Rock’ that was his homeland.   Our first …

Memories- Chatting to David Bowie

Where are we now? Yes he was an icon but that’s not how I remember David Bowie. Weirdly I found myself writing this as if we had met in the street after so many years and were having a catch-up chat. Thinking back to the old days, as Elvis would have said “Memories.” By the …