I write gritty, contemporary Young Adult and New Adult fiction, immersing readers in the complexities of coming of age and the first steps of adulthood. Themes are often mature.
- Runner-Up in The Mystery Box Challenge
The Lady In RedRunner-Up in The Mystery Box Challenge
“You’re mad, I can tell.” I shake my head but I can’t shake off the petulance – lips pursed, jaw slung lazily into my palm. Because truth is I am mad. It’s our anniversary and he’s miles away, again. I can tell he hates this as much me, even through the video call I spot the guilt etched between his eyebrows. Doesn’t make it any less shitty.
I’m slammed out of sleep, jarred by a furious roar rumbling from my right. I scrub at the sharp pain at the back of my neck from jolting awake and blink my bleary vision into focus. The roaring to my right is just an oncoming train, tamer now that my senses have settled, and shrouded by the condensation fogging up the windows. I swipe at it just as the train slips past and the blurred landscape beyond springs up in its place, tinged blue by the hue of dawn. Or dusk, I’ve kinda lost my bearings. It takes me a couple beats to realise I’m moving, and a couple more for the fact that I’m on a train myself to materialise around me.