Monthly Archives: March 2004
Butterflies: Copper Beech
Nora was familiar with the squeaky wheel of the postman’s black bicycle, and the particular crunch that it made as he swerved to a stop on the gravel of their drive. He in turn was becoming familiar with her hopeful … Continue reading
journey to work
It’s a journey that’s fresh in my mind, and the same but different every day. The first time I went, when I first moved there, was with my flatmate. Then it was almost exciting (as exciting as a journey to … Continue reading
The Uninvited Guest
She perches on the wooden toilet seat, her eyes fixed on the strip of card that lies on the edge of the bath. The moisture creeps along the strip, and one line slowly fades into existence. She has a feeling … Continue reading
The Room
There would be snow at home, huge flakes of it flooding past her windows and piling up like pillows in the roads and the parks. Here there was just drizzle, and never any daylight; and no trams or convenient shops … Continue reading
Interview With A Trophy Wife
I think he’s the ideal man. He’s got a good, safe job; owns his house; and takes care of himself: he spends a lot of time in the gym, so he’s fit and healthy. He’s just the kind of man … Continue reading