I'm a little behind with posts due to being on holiday so here instead is a short story inspired by my trip. It was Jack's idea to come to South East Asia. He had bought himself a large midlife crisis camera and done an introduction to digital photography course and now he saw himself as… Continue reading Happy New Year
Category: Flash Fiction
Blessing
The strange smell was definitely coming from the short French woman in front with the dreadlocks. Lydia leaned in slightly to sniff the air again. Out in the sun there had just been the smell of unwashed bodies in unwashed clothes oozing that particular spicy food sweat smell. But now they were inside, in the… Continue reading Blessing
Make up, clothes, random things
She left in a hurry, in tears, in disarray. She left in a taxi, running back and forth with armfuls of belongings while the meter ticked on. She left so quickly it was no surprise she left so many things behind. He felt a small guilt, whenever he found something of hers. A half dozen hairclips… Continue reading Make up, clothes, random things
Salt
I hadn’t been to a surf beach in years but I was determined to swim. Although it was summer, someone hadn’t told the sky. The grey clouds made the sea look steely grey and without sunlight to make the sand sparkle, the beach looked cold. There was a surf lifesaver on duty, but he was… Continue reading Salt
Bright
Revelator, this is Delta Station confirming docking complete. Welcome home, Revelator. Lynus switched down the ship’s engines, and as his ears adjusted to the quiet, he stared out the window of the Revelator, not at Delta station but at the blue planet looming large behind it. Home. “Let’s get this done and start our furlough.”… Continue reading Bright
Bloganuary 23: an interview with Lady B
Today we’re interviewing Lady Blackbird, the protagonist of a work in progress. Hello Lady Blackbird. Could I just clarify that is not my name, Lady Blackbird. I’m not the soul singer with the white afro. My actual name is Tara Amsel. Right, OK. Thanks for clarifying. So why is your book called Lady Blackbird? I… Continue reading Bloganuary 23: an interview with Lady B
Megan’s travel diary – Italy
It was in Italy where my appearance, that in northern Europe had marked me out as different-but-not-obviously-what-kind-of-different, stood me in good stead. The blonde girls in the hostels complained about having their bums pinched, about being harassed on the street by boys following them and whistling at them. Here in Italy, my colouring fitted in.… Continue reading Megan’s travel diary – Italy
Megan’s travel diary
The hostel kitchen was small and smelt of garbage. All the cups and plates were chipped and some of the saucepans didn't have handles, but it was a kitchen, and having access to a kitchen meant having a hot meal but not at restaurant prices. I was boiling pasta and avoiding the stares of the… Continue reading Megan’s travel diary
Tales from Tobhamhor 