Half Done

You insist on doing the button of your polo shirt yourself. It takes long seconds and I am impatient. Come on, I have to get to work. Wait, Mummy, wait. I bundle you out the door, the button half done. A quick kiss at the school gates. Mummy loves you. The train station is heaving […]

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Preppers

‘People are gonna want what we have. It’s inevitable. Look at this here water, no one else will have a supply of clean water like this.’ The water looks dirty to me, but Grandpa keeps digging, huffing and puffing. ‘But Johnny Peters whispered the word “prepper” to Maggie Griggs and I didn’t like that. I […]

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Seance

There are twelve of us sat around table which dominates the small wood-panelled room. It is covered in a thick red velvet cloth. Heavy curtains block the watery twilight. At the centre, a huge crystal bowl holds our belongings – a watch, a wedding band, a pendant … Why is it always jewellery? ‘Hold hands.’ […]

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Hindsight is a Wonderful Thing

The eyes are windows to the soul  – that’s what Mum always said. I should have listened. Your violet irises flashed, beckoned me closer, swept me up in endless nights. But in time those come-to-bed eyes proved what they really were – a distraction – a decorative facade fronting nothing but empty rooms. I should […]

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First Date

‘What does it mean?’ ‘It means that if you go round that corner you’re gonna die.’ ‘Don’t be crazy.’ ‘It’s called Witches Lane. See that mountain? See the pointy top? That’s Witch Hat Mountain. The legend goes that if you turn the corner your flesh melts from your bones and you’re thrown into a bottomless […]

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Serendipity

There was just enough room for them both at the end of the jetty. The boy had popped into existence, occupying the space beside her. She hadn’t realised how empty it was until he was there, filling it all up. It was almost enough to make her forget that her feet were submerged in the […]

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The Envy of the Village

Old Mrs Bergman’s roses were the envy of the village. The bushes bloomed in a congregation of scarlet and coral, sun-flare yellow and delicious tangerine. They spilled over the walls and lit up the pavement with their scattered petals, like delicate wishes skipping along the breeze, destination unknown. Mrs Bergman plucked and preened, watered and […]

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