Withering Heights

  The sound of shattering glass pierced the peaceful Sunday afternoon.  Probably another plate - the china cupboard was emptying rapidly. Upstairs, I could escape mother's dangerous mood swings.   Her puffy red eyes, replaced in seconds by steam exploding from her ears.  I thought I was the teenager? Mother thundering up the stairs, bursting into my... Continue Reading →


  All was soft and silent as the falling snow; the house tucked in safe for the night.  The fire downstairs was still roaring; the kids still awake, playing peacefully, still going on the high of the snowfall; and the wife, like a teenager, was still trying to seduce me. I had everything a man... Continue Reading →

A Void

The path to her weekend was finally in front of her.  Just a few more careful steps, avoiding the cracks where the soil and weeds were surfacing and the broken slabs jutted out and she would be able to put it all behind her. Momentarily, at least. But something stopped her dead in her tracks as she reached the... Continue Reading →

The Costumes We Wear

via Daily Prompt: Costume   "What have you come as?" She joked. "I'll tell you if you'll tell me." He retorted, wittily. It was obvious what they'd both turned to up the party as; their attire a beacon, showing the world what they wanted to be and what they had to say.  When they entered... Continue Reading →

Daily Prompt: Conjure

via Daily Prompt: Conjure She spread the red velvet across her lips, looking into her own heavily made-up eyes, black and mysterious.   Smoke and mirrors.   She didn't recognise herself but she didn't have to - it was the others she had to deceive and they all participated in this ritual so she just had to... Continue Reading →

Crossed Wires

  Why she had picked this place was beyond me. Where were the cocktails and sun-loungers?  Why did it have to be a million miles away?  There were dumps much closer! I slung my bags from my shoulders in protest; making her carry her own off the boat just wasn't going to cut it. ***... Continue Reading →

Beauty and The Beast

Like the age-old quandary about the chicken and the egg, I often wondered which came first:  the name or her good looks?   Bella: She seemed naturally pretty, like it wasn't forced or anything but with all that makeup  (it seemed 'artist' now was a very board term, stretching further away from the truth, a Pangea... Continue Reading →

Cut to pieces

    The news of your death prompted our road trip - a chorus of excitement filled the car, our children unacquainted with the idea of death. We found it standing empty, as if the house was holding on for our last visit. I'd wanted to show them the tree my father planted when I was... Continue Reading →

After the Storm

    The sun gently settled behind the house and the life around it fell into a soft silence. Mother was in the kitchen, humming, preparing supper, whilst my brother and I played in the rubble, looking for forgotten treasures.  A wave of dust stirred in what had been the living room, creeping further and... Continue Reading →

Daily Prompt: Strategy

via Daily Prompt: Strategy noun 2. the art of planning and directing overall military operations and movements in a war or battle. Victorious The aftermath of last night's rounds of ammunition was not yet known - she had fled, not looking back, slamming doors behind her. But she could guess.  She knew him too well. ... Continue Reading →

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