Category Archives: Published Work

The apartment is in darkness. Shouldn’t be – she left a lamp burning. And there’s an odour, something that has moved past fragrance, heading south towards downright offensive. She could run, but this place is hers. She could attack, but … Continue reading →

Copyright Ted Strutz I knew he wasn’t Eric, the moment we sat down to breakfast. He certainly looked like him, same wide forehead, broad shoulders, stubby nose … but it wasn’t him… in his eyes, I mean. This person was … Continue reading →

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields I rose early and glimpsed him leaving. Last night’s soft caresses, protestations of fidelity, plans for the future – all just an elaborate tango, yet how I’d danced along through the velvet of the night. I recognised … Continue reading →

Copyright Sandra Crook It occurs to her that since he brought her here, there has never been a day without mist shrouding the boundary fence. How strange; when he talks about the view – the rolling fields, the distant spires. … Continue reading →

Copyright Roger Bultot Her reflection stares back from the mirror. And fleetingly she sees that right now…  there’s no-one at home.  A sense of detachment growing stronger, she dispassionately observes the shell from which she’s operated as an automaton for … Continue reading →

Copyright Lori Wilson “Meet me at Shelly’s diner,” Patrick had said. “I’ve something for you.” So I came. And found wall-to-wall police cars, ambulances, reporters, rubber-neckers. Some schmuck offed himself in the john, they’re saying.  That’ll be Patrick then.  I … Continue reading →

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Clearly much work had gone into it, together with a whole ton of E numbers and sugar.  Even as they uncovered it, I was plotting its disposal. They wanted me to cut it, but I’d never dispose … Continue reading →

Copyright Jen Pendergast I’ve been drinking, I guess,  again. No other reason I’d be here,  on my back, the churchwarden’s footsteps fading, the gentle sighs of the cathedral settling in for the night. Still, it’s cool down here, looking up,  … Continue reading →

Copyright Lisa Fox Walt cherished that job as park-ranger. A simple guy, we cut him a heap of slack.  Lord, he’d bore the pants right off you; his tree conservation and animal rights ramblings were akin to spiritual filleting. Kept … Continue reading →