I wrote this as a competition entry this month. The brief was to write about the discovery of a dead body for any type of character. It was inspired by a morning I spent at the Lady Lever Gallery. There was a meditator but the rest is fiction…
Read MoreI can feel the enthusiasm bubble up through my chest and into my cheekbones. I rub my hands together and clasp them close to my beaming face. I burble and chirrup with excitement as I scribble notes about how I’m going to do it and what the steps will be.
Read More“Why don’t we just tell them the truth?” Asked the intern…
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“Hands, hands, handkerchief!” The woman demands in a Scottish accent. She’s standing next to the chocolate brown painted hand-rail at the top of the stairs and blocking the route down.
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An honourable mention in this month’s writing challenge. The challenge was 250 words featuring something to do with water…
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Jane Pickard lived down the road from me as a kid. Her Dad was the local plumber and they lived in...
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