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…
Today I visited a local secondary school to talk to their Year 11s (16-year-olds) about flash fiction handy hints. For…
‘Fish again?’ The child turned his nose up, disgust writ large on his fat-cheeked face. Maree dolloped a small serving…
‘What do we do now?’ Robert’s voice was edgy, angry. The little boat floated further out on the rising waves.…
Sunshine, at last. Winter was finally retreating, creeping its way southward to fill the antipodeans’ lives with chill and wet.…
The poet was having a bad day, and a worse night. He couldn’t find a word, an image, a rhyme…
Having long been a fan of Lily Lawson’s poetry (both for adults and kids), I was thrilled to discover she…
Open your hand is one of two parts of today’s prompt, taken from Sylvia Plath’s works.The other is And dissolve…