Short Story

  • Sun and Moon and The Dusty Fridge of the Sky

    As he spun his web of gold around the evening, Sun smiled on the river children, below. Oh, how they splashed and cackled and loved! What would Moon think of this beauty, Sun wondered, knowing how his dear and sleepy… Continue reading

  • The Unfortunate Story of A Large Dog.

    The German Shepherd changed things. She considered revenge, but then, he had always nurtured a sick fantasy of being mistreated by women. How inconvenient life could be at times. Still. He had known she would only consider small dogs, and… Continue reading

  • The Orange Light. Micro Fiction.

    Burnt orange light feels safe. Pop’s old library is full of it; lamp dappled walls, beautiful to look at, even more beautiful to feel. How do you describe a feeling? You can only feel, and open up so others can… Continue reading

  • Moon Unconditional

    ‘Sun?’ ‘Yes, Moon?’ said Sun as he fell into the evening sky. ‘I shine every night. I brighten the humans’ world. Why do they not love me?’ ‘Moon?’ ‘Yes, Sun?’ ‘You have a chip in your tooth.’ ‘Do I?! Oh,… Continue reading

  • Super Mum

    She hides in the bathroom and cries. She places her palms over her ears and breathes into her belly. ‘Don’t wish it away. Such a precious age,’ she’s heard it a million times. She smiles politely. Tells them, silently, they’ve… Continue reading

  • 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

  • Perfect Mirrors

    Sun and Moon sat beneath the willow tree, a picnic for two: a beautiful picture of one. Moon shining white on the river. Sun splaying gold on the rippling blue. ‘I miss you, Moon,’ said Sun, as he sipped tea… 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