They pierce the near-night silence, even before the Overground rumbles. Robin calls, sharp and insistent. Blackbird, shrill and strident, sends a warning volley. Early sunlight strokes my sleep cold face. Wild garlic and crushed bluebells, the scent of memory, drift through an open window. Like this London morning, welcoming Spring. This was a piece of …
Don’t sit under those trees, or you’ll stain your dress. Katie squeezes my hand. “You alright?” she asks. “You seem miles away. ” The others have already flopped onto the lawn, happy as seals basking in the midday sun. A jumble of soft limbs, sandwich wrappers and scrunched-up revision notes. I hesitate before joining the …
The sun rose in a cloudless sky. For the first time in days, Wulfin smiled. His spirit lightened, if only for a split second, the time it took to remember broadsword slicing through skull. He remembered too the flood of cowardly relief as he realised the warm blood soaking through his jerkin was not his …
I am currently continuing to enter the Ad Hoc Weekly Flash Fiction competition. Entries are limited to 150 words and whilst this may sound like something you can dash off in a few minutes, I am finding it takes me considerably longer. A day usually, which either goes to show I am very slow, or …