Addie spotted him in the supermarket queue, pretending he wasn’t with the woman who must be his mother going by…
As soon as the ship had sailed… Mara danced a little (sailor’s) jig of joy on the balcony overlooking the…
A picture prompt this time. What’s happening here? The scene gave new – and literal – meaning to the phrase…
Trapped in the milky unreality of the fog, Millie’s new love met its first challenge. It had been an adventure…
To explain: On occasion, when the brain isn’t sparking, I put the prompt into ChatGPT and ask for ideas –…
The letter arrived on the hall mat together with a bill Ingrid knew would have a great red overdue stamp…
Sophie had no memory of ordering the book. It arrived through the mailbox that Friday morning, just squeezing through to…
Mara shook her head at the sight. Wellies abandoned on the path, umbrella too. Tears pricked her eyes, pride, sorrow,…
Writing prompt courtesy of William Boyd’s The Blue Afternoon, my current read. ‘Mum, are you awake?’ The voice threaded its…
… and his impatience brewing in the air around us. Writing prompt courtesy of William Boyd’s The Blue Afternoon, my…