With a deft touch of her keypad, she started the recording. “Name, number?” It was the same broad they always sent - a studious, serious one from the City with so many letters after her name I got dizzy reading her ID.
Category: Fiction
The Cup of Kindness
The last of the trees, the luxuriant undergrowth, fell away, and the great dome of the sky opened around them...
Death Is a Woman
With hands outstretched, soft like butter to the touch and with all the tender love and care only a woman knows how to give, there is nothing quite like Death’s embrace.
I Was a Plastic Bag
Everything breaks eventually, except plastic. I was a plastic bag...
No Feather Bed
Angel of The North, you stand awake.
Event Forty-Four
Twelve years, nine months and four days since the beginning, Event Zero. Five days since the end of the last event ...
Leaves
Summer came late that year, but when it arrived it was a wonder. The garden grew like a jungle...
Mouse and Owl
A gacier dies when it can't move anymore.
Lullaby
‘Hello, moon,’ she murmured into the sky where the moon cut a sharp silhouette against the morning’s fading grey.
The Last Hole
It was unseasonably hot for October. At least it was dry, the golfers agreed. That was the important thing...
