Stone Water
1Where do you start? In the hollow of a shoulder blade? Or the nape of the neck where fine hairs trace a pattern? His tongue licking, tasting the salt of her skin, delicate and light so it tickles and she…to read more click here.
Sackcloth and ashes
2Pulling the brush through her curls, trying to untangle them, she stopped, drew her hair back sharply from her face, and stared at the black smudges beneath her eyes, the hollows in her cheeks, her pale… to read more click here.
South – a script
3Open on a MODEL BOAT which widens to show a yard sale in progress in front of a white clapboard house. There is a CAMPER VAN and a thirty foot CABIN CRUISER in the drive.. to read more click here.
Tales From a Campsite
4There were so many cloudless days they ran into each other like a stream of blue handkerchiefs knotted by the night. Rose would wake to the heat of the sun as it filtered through the canvas… to read more click here.
The Art of Communication
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Suzy was leaning forward across a café table telling Evie a story. ‘So they got married even though they couldn’t speak each other’s language. If she wanted to go for a walk she would trip her fingers along as if two people were walking then point to the dog. Then she’d say, “Along path?” gesturing in that direction. “By the …
Read MoreThe Small Things – a father and his daughter
I was on Coco Beach the other day. It had been a hot afternoon but now the sun was tipping down in the sky and there was a pale pink streak on the horizon. The summer has truly arrived. The sea is transparent and warm and feels like silk. As I sat drying after my swim I watched a father …
Read MoreLes Méduses – the makings of a short story
I always get into the sea when the old women get in. Not because they are frail and overly careful, quite the opposite they are wise old birds, wiry and tough, and they’ve been swimming here all their lives. The problem with swimming here are the méduses. My french is not great but méduses is one word I know. It …
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