Flash Fiction

The Catch

Whilst the North Sea commits suicide over the rocks of Northumberland, the town’s fishermen repair their nets and pots. It’s…

3 years ago

Suffer the Children

Pigger pulled on his clothes like a zombie. These days he didn’t care what he wore; not since Ne—, not…

5 years ago

MIBs

Harriet rolled her eyes at her brother’s petulant bleating. She supposed this was about her beating him at real tennis…

5 years ago

The Rise of Woman

Nobody could recall an actual date when the island appeared off the coast of Lyme Regis, why it should have,…

5 years ago

You’ll Find Me In The Tall Wheat

The raft is not the vessel I'd hoped for. For a time I had company in the form of terns,…

5 years ago

Vigil For A Mother (for Michael McDowell)

The last time I was a mother, I was waving Darnley off in his dinghy. Polished mahogany flashed under an…

5 years ago

The Reedy Shoals of Havisham

Under a goose moon, he calls amongst the lament of waves, whispering in ripples. Spring arrives once more. Is it…

5 years ago

Down There

Another night of poor sleep. Ever since lockdown started it gets harder. We went to bed around eleven, and within…

5 years ago

To Everything a Season

I never thought eBay would contribute to my grieving journey, but then I’d never heard about Mourning Seeds until my…

5 years ago

Oh, Jump, and I’ll Come to You, My Love

To run with white horses, white horses, white horses. Oh, how I long to ride them with you. Because the…

5 years ago