Scribbler. Dreamer. World class procrastinator.
- Top Story - February 2024
You crack my shoulder against the door as you bundle me into the taxi. There’s no apology. You don’t even bother asking if I’m okay, even though you must have seen me flinch. Heard my gasp of pain. You just mutter ‘hurry up, hurry up’ under your breath. Like it’s my fault you’re running late.
Home and Dry
Venezuela: Present Day Reaching into the far corner of the cupboard, Daniela slides a box out of the way and wiggles her fingers until they hook the delicate metal chain. She plucks the pendant free and smiles as she lets it swing back and forth, the violet blue stones glinting in the sunlight.
- Top Story - January 2024
- Top Story - December 2023
Face the Music
She catches herself staring at him. He acts like he doesn’t have a care in the world, waltzing into the room, tray of glasses balanced in one hand, a bottle of bubbly in the other. Someone cheers as he pops the cork, the golden liquid fizzing and foaming over the side, pooling onto the table. He should wipe that up, she thinks, before it leaves a permanent scar on the wood.
- Top Story - July 2023
- Top Story - May 2023
DisconnectTop Story - May 2023
He’s late, again. Like every other night. Liz grips the top of the armchair as she feels her stocking snag on a splintered corner of parquet flooring. Steadying herself, she resumes her circuit of the front room – back and forth, back and forth – every footstep in time with the cheerless ticking of the grandfather clock.
- Top Story - March 2023