Muck and Brass

Muck and Brass

The sky had turned a nasty shade of grey, a large cloud in the shape of dog peeing up a lamppost spitting rain on the taxi windows. Not entirely a good omen. Roger was wary of omens ever since his best friend’s cat suffered an unforeseen and untimely end. He was...
Emma Hardwick

Emma Hardwick

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...
Secret Sunday

Secret Sunday

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...