He’d ignored her phone calls and letters, Moira wouldn’t leave the house or talk to anyone. ‘Why don’t you get out more?’ Her mother had asked. ‘Leave me alone’, she’d shouted to her mother that once Her parents called a psychiatrist who came in gleaming racing green Daimler, and wearing a white coat, but she… Continue reading Short Story – Asylum in an Asylum?
The smells of home make me feel comfortable and relaxed, knowing that I am safe between my four walls. The sharp smell of frying onions is particularly special, taking me back to my childhood and my mother frying them for a chicken curry base. I would often beg to eat them just as they were,… Continue reading Short Stories – Smells of Home
I was looking forward to settling in front of a film for the evening, a soppy love story as usual, trying to decide between Notting Hill and Bridget Jones’ Diary when I heard the doorbell. I dried my hands and went to the door, but I couldn’t see who it was in the dark. I… Continue reading Short Stories 1- Forgiveness and Sin