A short piece of fiction, after a long period. It’s dialogue driven. SPOILER ALERT: There is no rain in the story!Continue reading→
Vespera – 1
It was afternoon and the sun headed into the west as the doors of the prison closed behind her, closing down the fourteen years of imprisonment, and moving it into history. Vespera stood there, uncertain, undecided which way to go, a lone figure of a lady who had once been…Continue reading→
Canvas
The sunlight streamed through in violent, dusty motes. Dust lay everywhere. Every piece of furniture, not covered in dusty tattered sheets, contained a thick layer of dust. There was no sign of violence in the room. It was simply a room, dust-laden, quiet, lit up by sunlight, devoid of any…Continue reading→
Discovery
The five kilometre hike felt tougher than it was. Pam slogged through the slightly uphill trail. Her head was still not fully clear of the anger, fear and doubt that she had felt since she had left, run away, from the city. Driving into the countryside, she had no thought…Continue reading→
Beach
The rain bothered her. It had been raining, it seemed, ever since she had arrived, three months ago. It felt like she’d lived here forever and the rain had poured down forever. It had been raining all night and now at 8AM, it came down in a steady downpour The…Continue reading→
Window Pane
It was eight in the morning and the skies had opened up. I sat looking at the newspaper in my hand and the little water droplets forming and rolling down the window pane, when suddenly I realised that I had written a string of words and they were sitting there…Continue reading→
A sunset and a dream
Fiction A Poetic Start The rays of sleepy Sol, orange and pink and shades of red, shone like a blanket of tulips seen from afar, waving ever so gently, caressed by zephyrs in the gathering dusk. Pink tinged feathers of clouds striped the fading blue of the sky, as…Continue reading→
A Hypothetical Scenario
Act I Scene 1 A typical Canadian house, in Erin Mills 1980s style. The HomeOwner used to be bespectacled but has since gone bionic and has eagle vision for distances of up to 100 metres, 200 metres in good light. He is greying at the top and bulging around the…Continue reading→
Late
It was always an issue. As the world around him moved faster and faster, he found himself later and later. It wasn’t that he didn’t try. He did. He woke up earlier, ate faster, dressed quicker. When he arrived at work, though, he found he was late. Everyone, it seemed,…Continue reading→
Matchstick
He heard the wail of fire engines racing through the street. He kept walking. As he reached the top of the hill, he got a good view of the village below him. The flames competed with the smoke for ascendancy. The fire engines, two of them, came to a stop…Continue reading→