Lab Rats.
Flash Fiction.
I’m still exploring my family photographs and inventing peculiar stories for them. Not only that, but I’m excavating what family history I can get hold of and exposing it
Can't You Hear Me?
‘I thought you weren’t going to come,’ she said.
He said something, but she couldn’t hear it over the squeal of the train pulling in to the platform.
‘What was that?
Moving On.
It’s been a manic few days over here in Preston Towers. I’ve been in schools running creative writing workshops, and that has been wonderful and inspiring and completely, utterly draining. I
Freshly Butchered
Here is the third in my series of fifty-word stories based on this photograph.
I hope you’re enjoying them.
Freshly Butchered
Arthur always saved me his nicest cuts of rump steak,
Children Should be Seen and Not Heard
Here is the second fifty word story inspired by this photograph from my collection. If you didn’t see the first story, along with the explanation of purpose for these posts, then go