She took a gulp of coffee, when her phone beeped. Her mum had hung up on her again. She couldn’t believe it. Her finger tapped the call button again. The sudden jingle made her jump. Hot coffee burned her hand as it spilled out of her mug. “Mum?” she asked, her eyes jumping back andContinue reading “Grain of Salt”
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The Visitor
The jingle of the door made her look up, but there was no one. She shrugged and reached for her book again. Perhaps it was just the wind. She pulled her legs up on the chair into a fetal position. Late nights were the worst, yet she needed the money. There was another jingle. AgainContinue reading “The Visitor”
Find Her
The train whooshed past him. He braced himself, his eyes trained on the last coach. She was on that train. It was now or never. His right arm caught a metal pole and he was jerked off his feet. He felt the metal burn into the crook of his elbow as he struggled to grabContinue reading “Find Her”
A for Avalanche
He should have known he’d one day regret living at the bottom of a hill. He couldn’t remember why he’d once thought that would be such a great idea, but back then he’d loved it. Everyone walked past his garden. Always waved, friendly or otherwise. He could sit by his gate, watch them all dayContinue reading “A for Avalanche”
Out of Focus
She blinked. The porch steps were moving in front of her. Swaying in the rain. She blinked again. She couldn’t see far beyond the steps. The rain and darkness obscured her view. Even so, she didn’t think she’d be able to see well otherwise. Her hand gripped the door until her knuckles turned white. SheContinue reading “Out of Focus”
Anniversary
A smile tugged at her lips as she took a step closer. “This is adorable,” she said, her voice hushed. It was their one-year anniversary. She hadn’t thought he’d even remember. She took another step closer, the field of flowers spreading out in front of her. It was one of a kind. “Just for you,”Continue reading “Anniversary”
Playing With Fire
“I can’t believe we’re finally twenty-one,” she said softly. I shook my head mutely. It had been a long wait. I looked over at her, about to smile at her, but something caught my eye. Her face was caught in the flame of her sparkler. She looked mesmerized. “Mia?” She stared at the flame forContinue reading “Playing With Fire”
Numb
Her head was spinning. Her knees felt like jelly and she could barely stand. She was still panting from running. She couldn’t believe it. All those late nights and whispered thoughts. He’d been the only one she’d ever trusted. The only one she thought deserved to know the whole story. She still remembered his raggedContinue reading “Numb”
Proud to be Reader’s Choice of October!
Let the Games Begin Reader Margaret Gallop said: A nervy description of feelings with a menacing ending. 3am. She couldn’t remember what had woken her. She sat up. Just a bad dream? She strained her ears. No, there was a siren in the distance. She was about to growl at the injustice of life and goContinue reading “Proud to be Reader’s Choice of October!”
Gone
He bent down on the wooden planks, his old bones creaking as he leaned towards the shoes. The material was a faded grey, washed far too many times. He remembered wanting to throw them out. He almost had, he remembered smiling. But then she’d begged him. Pleaded with her wide emerald green eyes that heContinue reading “Gone”
