t was her own movement that brought her out of her reverie. The rain drops scurried across the expanse of glass in front of her making her eyes work to focu
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How to eat prawns
We were in the kitchen. The kitchen I still think of as new although I think now it’s nearly been there longer than the previous one.
The House-Sitter
Marian kept the key to number 30 in the kitchen drawer with all the batteries. She didn’t like to have it hung in the hallway. It was probably used more than it should have been, the key. The driveways of number 28 and 30 were divided only by a decorative line of bricks, a border... Continue Reading →
Men and coffee shops
Part of my inspiration series, why men and coffee shops or men who work in coffee shops pop up in my writing.
The Cleaner
A short story inspired by my friend's stories of the worst houses she has cleaned.
Balloons
A short story- one from the archives of the masters writing prompts.
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