The old house is due for demolition tomorrow. ‘Tomorrow? The Lewis place?’ Frank pushes his palms into the bar, dishcloth…
It was all about half an orange at the end of the day. ‘A kite race.’ Joe swung his legs…
She was hungry – is today’s writing prompt. Interpret widely … love to see what you come up with. Here’s…
St Kevin knew a thing or two about ravens. His prophetic doom saying, preached up and down the land, earned…
The garden beds were a tangled mess of weeds with what might have been once planted there struggling through years…
”Thank you for being here today, Miss Alice. Our readers will be delighted to hear from you given so many…
From workshop writing prompt, and a true story. My memory is vivid after more than 65 years. A large woman,…
It had been his idea to move to the country. ‘Fresh air,’ he said. ‘Good for the kids.’ She’d resisted…
The yellow-lensed glasses lifted her mood. In the dank, dark days of January they were her life-saving ‘go to’. First…
The storm drives rain against the window, turns to hail cracking against the glass, elbowing its noisy rudeness into her…