Excerpt: My hand has forgotten how to find yours. I wait for you to come in knowing that my eyes will not seek yours, that my gaze will drift past and I’ll need you to pull me back. What will I say? David, I’m home? Will you answer; have you been away?
Extract: There I was, dancing naked on the front lawn of suburbia, my heart pumping to the pulse of the sprinkler, spray-wet skin and diamonds beading my hair. “Dance with me.” I screamed at you; at your bedroom window, no longer our bedroom window. ______… Read More
Extract: “Excusez-moi, parlez-vous anglais?” I asked hopefully. It was pretty much the only thing I could say in French. I stood in the police station and shifted from foot to foot. I was nervous, and my feet were hot. “Mai-oui, but of course, how can… Read More
A slightly different version of this flash fiction is published as “Flash of Gold” in Oor Ain Voice, by Write Enuff, 2016. Available from epubli at this link: Oor Ain Voice, or from iTunes, or Amazon I stop for lunch and eat my institutional sandwich at my desk. I… Read More
Pie please. Scotch pie. Pie ‘n’ chips. Salt and vinegar, just the job. Wrapped in the news, it cost two bob. Doon Kirk Loan an roon’ the bend, clutched tae my heart like ma best friend, Ah fund a bench, and there ah stopped Spread the… Read More