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!
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.
This story is one of two written for inclusion in the Resilience anthology to be published later in 2020 by Dean Writers Circle
‘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.
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.
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
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….
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