by suziquaif | Jul 16, 2017 | stories
This is based on my grandmothers life story that I always felt was proof, if needed, that truth is stranger than fact. I have changed the names of the characters, but beyond that there is a limited amount of fiction and a fair bit of assumption around known facts to...
by suziquaif | Jun 25, 2017 | stories
“Hello Mrs Popborski, I don’t know if you remember me, but I think we need to talk.” A small silence followed in which Richard Davenport could almost believe he saw her standing with the phone against her cheek, her long fingers trembling and the hint of a smile...
by suziquaif | Jun 24, 2017 | stories
She turned, fretful, mindful of the room. That the curtains were closed shutting out the brightness of a sunny afternoon and the faces she knew far too well. Not that they could see. She knew they couldn’t, not through an upstairs window. But still, just in case she...
