Short Fiction

  • Until They Remembered

    Sun fell upon the rocky shore, gazing at the children that played by the rock pools. Some of the children splashed. Some worked quietly together, laying stone upon stone until they’d made a grand and sparkling tower. Other children jumped… Continue reading

  • The Lolly Shop on Hope Street

    The little boy followed the balloon through the Summer streets. He knew nothing of the balloon except that it was red and tied with a glistening blue string: and that he must follow it, wherever the wind might float it.… Continue reading

  • Best Friends

    ‘Sun?’ ‘Yes, Moon?’ Sun dribbled out the corner of his frown, watching drearily as a group of star children skipped along a cloud. ‘When was the last time you laughed?’ ‘Umm…Oh, I can’t remember, Moon. Too long ago.’ ‘Sun?’ ‘Oh,… Continue reading

  • Lavender

    They used to meet in the meadow and gather lavender. How sweet it was to raise their faces and breathe. How sweet it was, just to be. Side by side. Alive.   Continue reading

  • Darling Day 14. Liberation

    Crisp walls and lavender fresh linen. It was her mother who insisted on such drastic perfection and, until now, it had never occurred to Geraldine that life had the option to be anything other than perfect. She would be forty… Continue reading

  • Sad Women (Micro Fiction)

    The arm chair she sat in had a wet cat funk to it, but Granny still sat there, day after day, moaning about how Pop never did the dishes, not a day in his whole life. ‘Old men don’t care… Continue reading

  • The Colours of Love

    Sun greeted Moon in the afternoon sky with a flirtatious splay of pink-golden mist. ‘Darling Moon. Have I mentioned, this summer eve, just how dearly I love you?’ Moon blushed. ‘No, Sun. You haven’t. But even if you had, I… Continue reading

  • Storytime

    ‘Look, Sun! The humans are telling stories again,’ said Moon as she picked through the glimmering blue ripples at her feet, sorting each loose shard into piles of keep or discard. ‘Oh goody! You know how I love storytime,’ said… Continue reading

  • Moon and The Magic

    Moon sat upon the edge of a cloud, dangling her feet in a manner of careless delight. ‘Sun?’ she said, as she casually tossed a star into the yellow of his shine. ‘Yes, Moon?’ Sun replied, careful to gaze at… Continue reading

  • A Friend Of Convenience

    Her art is a friend of convenience. It absorbs her. It turns her delicate into raw and beautiful scenes of naked flesh on linen. It turns her hard into lashings of angry black with no recognisable form. The artist removes… Continue reading