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
Therapist
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.
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.
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