Joanna's Stories

  • Colours That Suit

    Original Susan Tate Illustration by Michael N Green   Susan’s feet hurt. Why had she decided to wear those new shoes to work? She could not think. Come to think of it, why had she bought them in the first place? She knew why – they had called out to her ‘buy us, we are…

  • Charles Marmaduke

    The box arrived in the post. It had been packed well by the agent, no sign of damage. The moment he was alone Charles cut the string, unwrapped the brown paper and carefully lifted out the glass jar. He held it up to the light. The amber liquid within glowed, swirled and pulsated. Following the…

  • My Father’s Head

    We slowly creep the car up the ramp, off the Woolwich ferry, taking the road marked ‘The North’. At this stage that’s all the signposts say. It’s as if most Londoners are travelling into unknown territory. It’s going to be a long drive, punctuated by stops at motorway service stations. We can never remember which…

  • The Thief

    The door opened.  He could see someone asleep in the bed, the covers moving rhythmically up and down as they breathed. He crept quietly across the room to the opposite wall, lifting down the oil painting depicting a pair of lovers. As he punched each number into the safe keypad a little whirring sound was…