Prose

Published in First Edition Magazine, Aug 2009.
Children's Fiction

Flying Pigs.

Holly clambered up the oak tree after the red squirrel who nimbly leapt over knots in the rough bark of the trunk.
“Slow down!” she panted, as she found a foothold on a branch. But Holly knew that her friend wouldn’t slow down until the family of cats who had been sitting hungrily on a lower bough was out of site. “I think we’ve got away…” she said as she peered over her shoulder and saw that she was wrong. A plump green and purple cat was clawing its way up the trunk and was gaining on Holly, who suddenly recognised the danger that her feet were in.

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A story in 75 words...
Published on Paragraph Planet 21st June 2009.
New.

A new home, a new town, a new start. I crunched through the forest near my new house, exploring  the area. The mid-spring sun was fighting the clouds that threatened to smother it, just as the scent of wild garlic piquantly smothered me. On a tree was stuck a note, so I wandered over and read it. "Look north, south, east and west." So I did. And there it was. Freedom was staring right at me.

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A story in 75 words...  
Published on Paragraph Planet 24th March 2009
Childhood at the Stables.

Cold, crisp winter mornings. Warm breath billowing in front of my face. Layers, like a cake, wrapped around my small body. T-shirt, fleece, coat, jeans, socks, wellies, socks, gloves, more socks. Still my toes are delightfully numb. Puffs of dust mingle with clouds of breath in the air. When I inhale deeply, I can smell the musty scent of straw and hay. I stomp around the yard, ice and frost crunching underfoot.