A Day of Solitude
Mary had a headache. Its shards of pain had been coursing through her all morning, as if some animal were trying to claw its way out of...
Mary had a headache. Its shards of pain had been coursing through her all morning, as if some animal were trying to claw its way out of...
Dot-Dash-Dash-Dot-Dash-Dot The shutter seized up with a screech of lead. It took a violent blow from me palm to dislodge the damned...
James liked to draw. He sketched portly men in towering top hats that gave him nasty looks as they walked by. The ladies were more...
There was something spectral about this city now that the light had faded. The only illumination came from those blaring street-lights...
A sharp popping sound pierced the air as a bottle of some bubbling spirit was uncorked accompanied by a civilised murmur. Inside Ruth was...
Pastel colours were in style here. Innocent blues and greens decked out the houses all mixed with that ever-present white giving the...
There are moments when the world seems to writhe and plummet. Moments when all expectations are subverted and what was once orderly...
Once they were alone the world seemed to lose its punishing dynamism, becoming more gentle, more kind. “Thanks,” Jennifer said after a...
The request took Ruth by surprise. “Sure,” she replied cautiously. All the drive seemed to have fallen away from her friend in an...
The day grew sluggish as they drove off back into the street, much like Ruth’s thoughts that came in uncertain, second-guessing bursts....
Ruth nearly collided with her friend as Jennifer suddenly changed direction with surprising agility, heading further into the complex...
The study itself was not so bad. In the glow eeking its way through the grimy windows, Ruth could make out a tapestry of chaos. Half-open...
In the lonely train station Ruth Lapham waited for her friend. The towering structure of green-flecked paint and rusted steel was as old...
A small sonnet for the small hours. The dry well runs deep on the crimson shore I looked on your face and felt nothing, yes It was a long...
Winning Story of the Young Walter Scott Prize 2018. The road to Vicksburg is a long one, but not without its scenery. Traveller’s are...