The Moonlit Door

She left home that morning with a suitcase full of clothes and a vague idea in her head about where she was going and what she was looking f...

Stuart sat, silently and sullenly, in the back of the car, gazing out at the nothing that wasn't moving all around him. He was bored, he...

Just the thought of the supermarket made her shudder. She knew she had to go, but imagining what it would be like as she stepped through the...

There is a church in the middle of a field with no road leading to it or from it and no footpath either. And yet every Sunday the most beaut...

Julia stopped card reading on her forty-fifth birthday. It used to be a favourite past time of hers, to leave the hectic stream of the high ...

I never spoke to her. I never spoke to the woman that I saw almost every day over fifty years, but I knew her. Not her name, or her age, or ...

I'd been thinking of restarting the blog for some time now (everyone needs a blog, right?), but couldn't think of a way to do it. Sh...