This short piece was inspired by a writing prompt about the potato and was a joy to write. The earthy smell of the freshly dug spuds in the hessian bag held promise of delicious home-cooked delights. What will he cook this time? the children wonder, as they watch the spuds …
Goosebumps crept upwards from her lower back and a shiver shot up her spine. Tingles spread across her shoulders and up her neck. The warmth of a breath tickled her ear. Softness of lips caressed her cheek. Beep! Beep! Beep! Her body startled. The abrupt ear-piercing screech was unforgiving and …
Dear Diary, Today is shit!!! I mean, the weather is okay and all. So maybe because the sun is shining, the day might miraculously turn out okay. The thing is, I feel like shit, messed up, depleted, tired, numb, uncomfortable. It is hard to even think properly. I swear my body …
There he stood, silent and still, silhouetted against the golden sunset. The softening warmth of the day lending way to the crisp evening air. His tall, lean figure looked so fine against the late afternoon backdrop beyond the mountain. Gazing over the flowing landscape that Sarah discerned went on for …
Dear James (Uncle), Let me begin by reassuring you that I do respect you although I could understand if you do not feel this is the case. Simply put, I have had difficulty calling you ‘Uncle’ given the proximity of our ages. You are like an older cousin to me …
I was given a story prompt by one of my followers on my Mumma Sue’s View Facebook Page. The prompt was ‘Amelia is nine and three-quarter years old’. Here is the story that evolved from that. Enjoy. Little Amelia’s brilliant blue eyes blinking ever so hopefully were difficult to resist. …
This is a short fictional piece on pain that I wrote some time ago to exercise my writing muscles, so to speak. Silent hurt Anna cries inside now; she has wept all that was left to weep. Teardrops that once spilled over her lower eyelids to travel downward over the …
