The Hideout I always knew I was different but it wasn’t until this day that I realised how different. It started as a perfectly normal day. I got up, had breakfast; lucky gems, you must remember those, just add milk and they become a sticky marshmallow mess that has to be scraped off the spoon.… Continue reading The Hideout
Tag: words a day
Interview with Writes Of Fluid
I have been interviewed for the Words a Day Challenge and you can see it here.
Handmade
Handmade She sits in a darkened room, one gas heater glowing red as it tries ineffectually to bring heat to her form. In front of her lies the remains of an old pillowcase and bedspread. In her lap she works on a doll, handmade and imperfect. Tomorrow is Christmas day and she knows her daughter… Continue reading Handmade
Roasting
Roasting I stepped off the plane and out of the airport. The heat hit me, it was like a physical presence and somehow made me oppressed and claustrophobic at the same time. I took off my jumper before I left the plane but instantly my T-shirt felt heavy and too thick. My jeans were so… Continue reading Roasting
The Crossroads (Kidnap)
The Crossroads Her hands were trapped behind her back and she couldn’t move. Her feet seemed to be stuck to the floor. She couldn’t move. There was something over her eyes so she was blind and scared. A small whimpering sound escaped but she wasn’t aware that she made any noise or that her whole… Continue reading The Crossroads (Kidnap)
One Night (play date)
One Night 1st June Went out and bought a dress. I really hope William will be there. Not that I see him as a William, more as a Bill. It’s like the antithesis, such a small name for such a big man. He’s so rough and earthy, like an old country song; the one sung… Continue reading One Night (play date)
The Lost Ring
Lost Ring Open on a room. A policeman enters followed by a man who appears dry eyed but upset. The policeman points at the photographs and the man goes forward and touches them, fanning the images like a pack of cards. He picks the one of the woman’s upper body and places it on top.… Continue reading The Lost Ring
The Upper Crust (Feast)
The upper crust (feast) Tis the year of our Lord 1540 and my name is Kit. I’m twelve years old and have been working in the kitchen since I was eight. I’ve always been a spit boy, although since the new spit was fitted my life is much easier. Now I just turn the one… Continue reading The Upper Crust (Feast)
Exercise
Exercise “How much exercise do you do a week?” the doctor asked looking over his glasses at me. “Um…” I cough into my hand and try to think past the cold I’ve actually come about. “Not much I guess. I help run a market garden.” I smile and wish I were anywhere else. I know… Continue reading Exercise
Kate Murray - Cleaver 