It was Christmas Eve and the snow outside lay deep and crisp and scattered with the icy little jewels of Prudence’s tears. The day before Christmas had been a Christmas horror for Prudence. Sleep, the lack of it, making her head heavy. When making her morning coffee, the putrid stench of the turned milk. Having … Continue reading Christmas Wishes
With my book in hand, I left the pub alone. The same way that I had entered it. I’d had one drink; if I wasn’t driving I might have had another. Sometimes I do; this time I didn't. Instead I planned to drink a couple more once I returned home. To continue reading. The pattern of … Continue reading About A Girl
*This is a short companion story to the novel The Reputation of Booya Carthy. It may contain spoilers apropos to the original story He stepped out of the house and pulled the door closed. The wind had picked up, taking the last leaves on the tree from their final grip to life. He looked along … Continue reading When The Last Leaves Fall (~the end~)
1 In the exposed land halfway between the woods and the farm, I crouch, watching the figure of a man advance along the driveway. He is tall. Is he taller? At this distance I cannot be sure. To steady myself, my hand is on the basket of wood I was carrying; my stomach rests upon my … Continue reading To Breathe Again
A friend recently asked me: How do you introduce yourself to people? I thought for a moment, and then asked: What do you mean? She said: When you introduce yourself to someone, do you say, "I'm a writer"? Chewing my lips for a moment longer, staring at a table, I said that I most probably would say: … Continue reading What Qualifies You To Be A Writer?