Maeve Zahra

Maeve lives in London and as well as writing flash fiction writes poetry and is working on a novel taking her varied and interesting life as inspiration.

  • Sanctuary

    Apprehensively pushing the back gate open with his stick, he enters the empty garden slowly. A riot of colour and perfume, fruit of many years’ work. A hidden bird sings. Following the old brick path, passing the pot upon the wall, he picks a leaf of Lemon Verbena. The sun hot upon his head, he…