Francesca Newman
Stories (7/0)
Flowers on Wednesday
Nurse Angela stood at the desk it was Wednesday afternoon and that meant Phoebe’s sister would be visiting, she had come every Wednesday and Saturday for the past 6 months. Phoebe’s other friends even her parents didn’t come as often anymore. On Wednesdays though she bought flowers and Angela had the vase ready and waiting for her.
By Francesca Newman3 years ago in Fiction
Shipwrecked
Maya stood waist deep in the water, standing perfectly still, watching, waiting, all of a sudden she quickly stabbed something with the spear in her hand. She quickly pulled up her catch, placed it in the bucket beside her attached to her waist using rope. Quickly she moved again and speared another fish, this too was quickly moved to the bucket.
By Francesca Newman3 years ago in Fiction
The Box
Billy hurried from the bus stop in the pouring rain, to his house, only a few hundred yards to the front door, but he was soaked. He went inside dropping his bag on the sofa. Signs that his flatmate hadn’t worked today were everywhere, stuff tidied up, washing no longer hanging on the drying rack, a bottle of wine opened with 2 glasses on the coffee table.
By Francesca Newman3 years ago in Fiction
Eat the cake
Clara arrived early at the café, she always did but it didn’t matter. She would wander around the attached farm shop, as always, she was drawn to the deli counter where cheeses, meats, pies, pastries, cakes and macaroons were displayed temptingly.
By Francesca Newman3 years ago in Fiction
The Barn
Growing up we only had one rule, don’t go in the barn. Grandma would go into the barn only at night. When she thought my sister and I were asleep. When she thought mother was too drunk to care, or still at the bar. As I grew up, I was fascinated by the noises from the barn and the way for the few hours a day mother was sober she wouldn’t, perhaps couldn’t, look at it. In the evenings, if she was drinking at home, she would sit out on the front deck instead of the back garden which caught the evening sun but overlooked the barn.
By Francesca Newman3 years ago in Horror