Secret Serendipity
“Red sky at morning, shepherd’s warning” her Grandpa used to say. The western skyline was surely red before sunrise and not from the dawning of a new day. The wildlife…
The Hut
She could make out just one of the corners of the hut as she strode on the now familiar track. She had read with horror the loss of the Hut…
The New Year
The page stuck to her arm, her body’s sweat natures glue. She had dreaded this summer, yet another hot dry season. It sucked most of her energy, the rest used…
New Haven
Note: This was a story written for a competition. The rules were: The first word must be NEW Must include the words NINETEEN, DESERT and PRESENT Needs to include some…
Hopeless
There was a long sigh as she wiggled deeper into Nana’s musty chair, searching for the hugging warmth in the early morning cool. It was the only piece of furniture…
Irish Willie
“Orange 56…orange 56 is the winnerwinnerchicken dinner!” yells the publican “last winner of the night…o-r-a-n-g-e-5-6”. The packed bar of drinkers heave a chorus of groans, many will be heading home…