This was an exercise to describe somewhere very familiar to me through the eyes of someone who'd never seen it before. (For the record, in reference to the image, I've yet to see a village green with mowing lines on the grass) Walking along the high street, Debra took a left turn into a short, …
“You are the seventh son of a seventh son. You are the chosen paladin of the Green Goddess!” The woman finished her oration, which had involved far too much questionable history for Gabe’s patience and looked at him triumphantly. Gabe sighed and rubbed his brow. “Does this one at least pay?” “What?” “We’re pretty low …
It was fine, really, Miranda was perfectly happy to stay at home, perfectly happy to keep the plants watered and the cat company while Mum and Dad went snorkelling in the Maldives, and Patrick posted photos on social of him in the arms of a bronzed Aussie surf god in Sydney. She liked being at …
“It’s not healthy to skip meals.” “I’m not skipping, Grams, I’m meeting my friends for lunch.” Alison paused with her hand on the door handle but didn’t turn around. She’d been so, so close to getting out without being noticed. She saw Tim standing half behind Grams in the reflection of the window by the …
“How could the sole heiress to the SpinLink Corporation just disappear without a trace?” Jaxon hoped Mr Windman’s question was rhetorical, because he didn’t have an answer. The older man glared around the room, full of silent, stressed, subordinates, all wondering the same thing. The only thing that could be said for sure what that …
“And yet again, I do all the work, and Janice takes all the credit.” Maya slumped onto the battered sofa and took a swig from her can of beer. Dylan was not sympathetic. “I’ve told you a million times, either don’t do the work, or make it so she can’t take the credit.” “Oooorrrrr,” Maya …
“Well it’s quality innit? You can see just by lookin.” The stallholder wasn’t wrong, the little silver snuff box was a high quality piece, but it was also ugly as sin. Deliberately so, if Jerry was any judge, whoever made the box had either actively disliked the person they were making it for, or the …
The mixture looked disgusting and smelled amazing. “What are you making?” Gretchen smiled as her teenage stepsons ambled into the kitchen. Trust them to follow their noses to food. “It’s some sort of chocolate cake recipe your Aunt Marcia suggested I try.” She looked down at the mess in the mixing bowl. “Unless baking makes …
It was the dip that did it, it always was. The dip in the road just beyond the Mitchells’ place, the one all the locals knew to watch out for, the one that all but disappeared when the setting sun fell just so and the road before and after stretched out in a smooth, level …
James had known kids, especially little boys, were active, but in the way he knew crocodiles were dangerous without ever actually encountering one. Now he was not only encountering a young boy, he was supposedly parenting the poor kid. Although, maybe typhoon would be a better descriptor, one that merged with a tsunami at bath …
