Gently you place the recognisable paper cup beside me. But it’s not just a coffee. It’s a warm and welcome rescue on a day that blooms from a restless night and meltdowns; It’s a reminder that you have my back, you will be there to catch me just before I fall, and bring me back… Continue reading Not just a coffee…
Tag: Short Story
‘Til death do us part?
I stared at myself in the tall mirror, awkwardly positioned just adjacent to the door of the female toilets. The five minutes that I had stolen away for some calm were quickly draining away. My self-induced ceasefire was hastily disappearing and soon I would be back in the midst of friendly fire filled with ‘you… Continue reading ‘Til death do us part?
Little Bird
Day 4 of the John Hewitt International Summer School finished. What an amazing, inspiring and creative week… thought I would put together a little story of my journey so far … Little Bird The slight lip of the sun peaked from just beyond the horizon. Pearls of dew glistening on top of tranquil green leaves.… Continue reading Little Bird
Her lifeline
She knows when he is nearby. She doesn’t have to hear him or see him. There is that fresh fragrance with a hint of deep, strong wooden undertones. It is crisp and clean. The smell of sweet pine on a Spring day. And underneath that reoccurring yet not permanent essence is another homely aroma. So… Continue reading Her lifeline
Broken Soles
“Not even a kiss goodbye” my lips coyly poised as he leaned forward and took hold of the handle. The heat of his breath intimate against my face. The door opened out onto a gravel yard. A pathway made by the back and forth tracking of different comers and goers lay ahead. “Happy Valentine’s Day”… Continue reading Broken Soles
Wee Bubble of Books 