The Girl In The Doorway…continued

The Girl In The Doorway…continued

His hand shook as he approached the house. It did not go very well. The door was slammed in his face after the young girl’s mother gave him a piece of her mind, convinced he was a reporter. He stumbled down the driveway into a young guy walking by. Quick apologies and...
The Girl In The Doorway

The Girl In The Doorway

Every day she spends her days sitting in the door way, lost in the midst of her books. Letting the world pass her by. The heavy morning pedestrian traffic hurriedly making their way to work in the shops and offices around her. She is never in a hurry. She never joins...
The Night Before

The Night Before

His lips were nibbling my neck. Usually I was quite ticklish there but this was heaven. He grabbed my waist and shoved me against him. All of him. Oh my God, I was going to pass out! The sensation was too much, I was literally a quivering block of jelly in...
The Van & The Teapot

The Van & The Teapot

During my childhood Summers in the 80’s, two things were guaranteed; – long, hot, sunny days spent playing with my sisters – the arrival of ‘The Van’ ‘The Van’ was the name we gave the caravan hired by my parents for two weeks each...
The Girl In The Mirror

The Girl In The Mirror

I am sitting at my dressing table staring soullessly into the mirror. The mirror image suddenly shows me a silhouette of a young girl. A haunting image. She is staring back at me. I do not recognise her, yet she seems somewhat familiar to me. It is not my reflection,...
Good Morning? Part 2

Good Morning? Part 2

His thumb hovered over the phone, debating whether or not to send the text. He shouldn’t. But he did. He always did. At this stage it was easier to give in than to give up. He hit send and continued on his run, making sure to give her time to get herself ready. Did...