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…
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…
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…