Occasionally I venture into flash fiction and this is the place for my indulgence. Hope you enjoy these bits and bobs.
You can also read extracts of my books accessed from my Fantasy page and my Historical Fiction page. Enjoy those too!



The Moon’s Silver Path

Runner up in Graffiti Magazine’s 2020 prose competition and published in their Issue 25 in October 2020. Now read by the wonderful Canadian poet Jacqueline Belle on her YouTube channel here.

It’s apt that Lille is here, where the waves play tag with their deaths on the sand.
It was on this beach that she first saw the young fisherman. His sodden body rose and fell with waves lethargic from the storm and Lille’s soul ached at his wasted beauty.
Read the full story here.


Orchard Kingdom

I wrote this originally for a Dean Writers Event on the theme of Place, and then entered it in the Ottery St Mary Writers 2020 Short Story competition – where it won first prize. The orchard was a real place where us neighbourhood kids played in suburban Adelaide, Australia. No one died though. Not there anywhere.

Once upon a time a leftover almond orchard lingered in our suburban street. The grown-ups walked by the orchard every day on their way to the bus or the train or the shops. Mostly they ignored it, although in spring their inward-looking eyes might stray outwards for a moment to graze the pale pink petals fading to their magenta centre. Read the full story here.


1941′

This story is an Anglicised version of the opening to my WIP Keepers. It was longlisted in a Flash 500 competition this year, but rather than enter it into more competitions I thought I would post it here for everyone to enjoy.

Johnny … the wind sings his name.
It’s been a month, a whole month, since the boy from the post office panted up the hill on his bicycle. He’d pushed the envelope into Jean’s hands, muttering, ‘Telegram.’ He hadn’t waited for a reply but bumped back down the stony track, wheels clattering in a tuneless accompaniment to the cawing of the magpie watching from the pine.
Read the full story here.




Ship’

This story is one of two written for inclusion in the Resilience anthology to be published later in 2020 by Dean Writers Circle. (The other one, Sabrina’s Rising, won a monthly competition recently and has been printed in an anthology.)

‘The ship kept thic down.’ My new neighbour grinned at his own wit, using dialect to confuse me. ‘Why auld Buck never had fence out front. The ship mowed for him.’
He had followed my gaze to the steep bank at the front of the cottage. Mid summer and it was up to my knees in grass and weeds. Or what I thought of then as weeds
. Read the full story here.


Dragon Gift

Prepared for an event in Ross in 2020 which, well, hasn’t happened yet. However, most excitingly, it’s available on YouTube read by poet Jacqueline Bell. Her voice adds so much to the drama of the piece.

In the icy winter night, the dragon circles high above the sleeping village. Her great leather wings beat the air. Her shiny-scaled body twists, the ridged tail curling and lifting to sweep the stars. Read the full story here.




Freddy’s night out

Written for an evening at Jolter Press, a local cider pub where we celebrated all things autumnal in the Forest of Dean.

Photograph Cider Making at Aylburton. Glos, 1910 Courtesy of Sungreen

Sniff, sniff.
The smell taunted him. It had filled his nostrils with its lush pungency all day.
He lifted his head, heavy jowls wobbling. Sparse whiskers quivered at the memories.
Here it came again, carried on the crisp air drifting through the doorway. Tempting him.
Read the full story here.


Winter feast

A workshop piece based on this photo by Penny Kerr as the prompt

Giants stalk the land. They come in winter, garbed with long coats, hands on shoulders, waiting for prey … Read the full story here





She didn’t know what to do

A bit of nonsense for Dean Writers Circle meeting where the theme was fairytales. Nursery rhymes count, right? A friend counted references to 22 in here.

Might as well be living in a shoe box. Actually, just the shoe.
All these kids.
How had it happened?
You had ’em, Sis, her step-sisters pointed out. (They were too ugly to have their own.)
Mum always said she was the black sheep of the family. Baa, baa to that…
.Read the full story here

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The Stepmother

I have vague ideas of doing a collection of fairy-tale and/or myth-themed short stories. Here’s Snow White – or a version thereof….

‘Snezhinka, my darling Snowflake, come and meet Valeriya.’
Papa summoned his daughter with a beam which stretched from his full lips to his black, heavy-browed eyes.
Read the full story here




Five days, five nights

I’m helping to organise a children’s History of the Forest of Dean book which will be written by best selling children’s author Andy Seed. We spent time recently visiting Hopewell Colliery to talk to Freeminer Rich Daniels about life as a freeminer over the 800 years the rights given by King Edward have been exercised, and also Clearwell Caves where ochre and iron ore have been mined for thousands of years. In between we wandered up an old dram road to a monument to a 1904 mining disaster, which inspired me to post this piece of flash. I wrote it a while ago for a water-themed comp I didn’t in the end enter.

How high did the water rise? Did it lap at the toes of those who had found life-saving height on handy rocky shelves? Did it embrace waists, the cold fingers of a no-longer-desired lover tugging at drenched trousers? Or did it soak through heavy flannelled shirts to turn arms and shoulders into numbed sponges? Read the full story here

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