Flouncing along the esplanade at Filey, Florrie knew she was the epicentre of several pairs of eyes; she relished the attention. There was ‘dear Albie’ her hopeful suitor waiting at the Lover’s Bench, hat and gloves in hand, moustache standing…
The Dig Tree
13th February 1861: “If I turn my face to the east, I can taste the salt in the sea breeze. However, a murky swampland filled with twisted mangroves blocks our path to the ocean. Had Burke heeded my warning about…
Soiled
The devil’s children live behind big black gates and high stone walls girdled with barbed wire. Seven days a week they work, no clocks, silence enforced. Isolated from the world, windows barred with steel, kept separate from each other to…
A Gentleman’s Wager
My bones rattled like a physician’s skeleton and my limbs felt as if they had been bashed and tenderised for cooking, so exhausted was I from the journey in the stagecoach. Potholes were rife as we travelled up country towards…
Timeslip
The crow lands beside me, head cocked, watching me scrape and undress the layers on the stones. Three years out of uni. and working for free this summer for the Prof. It’s a dream come true. I’m soaking wet, freezing…
Not Exactly in Hiding 1944: Bucharest
Dora’s role is to keep everyone’s spirits up. No one appointed her to the post, yet she instinctively knows how to do it. Stronger, inside, than everyone, and gifted, Dora understands which smile gladdens a certain man, what caress sweetens…
