No Escape

No Escape

She didn’t know how much more of this torture she could take. Sweat prickled her forehead, trickled down the small of her back. She pressed her fingers to her temples to try to drown out some of the noise, but it was impossible – some screaming, some...
Such A Perfect Day…?

Such A Perfect Day…?

The wedding day had gone off perfectly – Sarah wasn’t too late to the church, Scott had only had one drink to settle the nerves, and so had gotten through the vows without so much as a stutter. The rain had even cleared off just enough for them to get the...
3 Ways To Die

3 Ways To Die

There are 3 ways to die. To shuffle gently off this mortal coil, to jump or to be pushed. She knew which one she would have chosen. But that option had been snatched from her. And the injustice of it sat bitterly in her mouth. What she had done was wrong, she knew...
Saturday Afternoon

Saturday Afternoon

It was Saturday afternoon, and Saturday afternoons were little George’s favourite time of the week. Dad was watching the football, George had pretended to watch with him and had tried to understand. He had ‘helped’ mum make the picnic and pack the...
Unconditional?

Unconditional?

Oh God, I can see the rage in his face. He is trying to suppress it but I know him so well; the signs are obvious to me. There’s a vein and you can just see it’s throbbing slightly. He is sweating and gritting his teeth. He is going to come home in a terrible mood and...