• Weekly Writing – July 6 2024

    It’ll be temporary, they all told him, like a comfort. Or a deadline – a demand that he should be himself again, the him they remembered, before his dazed, unfamiliar wandering around his own home could prove their predictions wrong.… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – June 29 2024

    The wave had been washing towards them for as long as he could remember. By millimetres every month, so slowly that he could watch days and nights shine through the same drops of spray before they finally fell to the… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – June 22 2024

    “All right, now. I want you to look at this and tell me what you see.” She kept her scoff in the back of her throat, where the doctor wouldn’t hear it. She had already told him and the two… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – June 15 2024

    Every brave fisher or traveller waved away from the harbour and never seen again was a question unanswered. A prayer on their loved ones’ lips late at night. Promising anything, promising everything, if only they could know for sure. But… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – June 8 2024

    “Don’t touch that!” she snapped. Her voice rang out cruelly across the beach, and he looked up at her with tears shocked into his sweet brown eyes. But at least he took his hand back from the flower he had… Continue reading

  • Hanging in the Air

    Something a little different this week. I am five days from moving house, and my thoughts are as cluttered with that as most of my spaces are with cardboard boxes. It feels as if I’ve thrown my entire life into… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – May 18 2024

    The train had been humming through the night for longer than it felt as if the night should have lasted. Their watch had stopped along with the brass-rimmed clock above the door to the next carriage, at a precise, unremarkable… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – May 11 2024

    Innocent and guilty, alibis and truths, were all different expressions of electricity. Reading them directly removed any need to translate truth from a suspect’s imprecise, self-serving verbal testimony. It, the it that lived equally in the specialized helmet worn during… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – May 4 2024

    Her hands couldn’t shake as she set his plate on the table. She had always taken the same pride he took in her precision, the smoothness of her joints and balance of her servos, but watching that china platter of… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – April 27 2024

    They had started writing her myth before she’d even been born, so there really wasn’t anything she could do. In accordance with its opening paragraphs, her mother had started teaching her how to weave as soon as she had enough… Continue reading