It’s a lovely Monday morning (well, nearly lunch time but still, my bigger kids are in school/nursery so it still feels very much like morning) and I’ve got a new short story for you. This one was written a while ago, but re-reading it made me laugh. See what you think. It is the year 2300. Most of the Earth as we know it has been annihilated by imbeciles insurgents. Only the state of Bunga Doing remains, and does so vehemently, with grace, and ergonomics. It is for this state that valiant, if slightly stout, Rex Dwindle slaves away, for the better of yesteryear. (Because they missed that deadline.) And…

Here we have a fun little story I wrote after I first met my husband. See what you make of it. Chocolate. When I was younger, I’d grab bits of the muddy gold wherever I saw it. Whether it was from my Oma’s pantry or the grass outside at Easter, my eyes would grow wide, and I’d steal a silvery morsel into my mouth. Then I’d be very silent, as my lips pursed into a circle. I didn’t often care whether I caught one with the foil still around it or if it was naked; nor did I know the difference. As I’d grin my half-toothed smile, my little pearly…

Here we have another story I wrote some time ago. See what you think: Oysters.As she glanced across the shiny plate that had been dropped in front of her by self-important hands, her nose wrinkled in dismay. There it sat, the oyster, bedded onruby-red leaves of whatever lettuce, and sparkled with fleur de sel diamonds. It wasinoffensive looking – really – glistening like a wobbly, dead tongue in its sapphireshell.She looked across at him, and thought much of the same.Inoffensive was fine, that was what you wanted, and what you got used to. Whenyou swallowed the delicate, grey meat along with the fear, you were bound to love itsurely. That…

Here is a story I wrote when I attended a Cambridge University course in writing short fiction back in 2013. It was hugely by my professor at the time, and I still really like it today. I dare say it was about the potential scenario of marrying an old boyfriend. I’ve not re-edited it, so it’s exactly as it was over 10 years ago. Let me know what you think about it. —– She dragged the heavy purple suitcase behind her as they rushed towards the train. She heard the whistles blowing and the slow chug-chugging of the engines, and already she felt out of breath. “Can you hurry up?”…