Thursday Tale: Skipping Generations

 

"Oh, I am so happy; I just want to hug the whole world!"

She watched the cursor blink, as though goading her to reply to the message with something supportive, kind or encouraging. The truth is that she didn't bloody feel like it.

Short Story Sunday: Ghost Hunting

Josey bounced her leg on the floor. The speaker had promised to cut a long story short, but that was an hour ago and he had not yet reached the crescendo of his address.

"This is insufferable." Aurora hid her face behind the programme.

"Being eaten alive by a shark is insufferable. This is just boring."

Short Story Sunday: The Man from Verdun

Louis crumpled the paper. The ink was smudged from the number of times he checked the address. He memorised the block letters from the moment he received the note, but found checking the scrap reassuring. By his calculations, it would take him fifteen minutes to walk to the depot. He had to time it perfectly: too early would make him seem eager; too late, and they would think he was disrespectful.

Short Story Sunday: Latchberry Farm [Part Four]

George spotted Jacob walking along the ridge. He was inspecting the sheep.

            “Sir.”

            Jacob waved at him. “Looks like the flock survived the night. Some of us were not so lucky.”

            “Yes.”

Short Story Sunday:Latchberry Farm [Part Three]

It was Fanny’s turn to soothe the baby. She roused her body and willed it to cross the floor to the crib. Once the infant was in her arms, she reflected on her simultaneous joy and fear. She had lost so many others before. How could she be sure that this one was here to stay?