We glided across the water like I was in a Tarzan episode, deep in the seventies. Without thoughts of crocodiles … More
Tag: Friday Fiction
Friday Fictioneers – defect.
I held the coffee cup in my hands and looked out of the window, beyond the police officer who had … More
Friday Fictioneers – cooling off.
A shot of heat went through her, a mixture of excitement and shame. He seemed to have remembered their favourite … More
Friday fictioneers – sepia
Sepia It was another time, I knew. But something about the simple images screamed of order and delineated duty. The … More
Friday fictioneers: Wishing you were here
Wishing you were here I remember how we used to scuttle up the trunk after one another, like a line … More
Friday Fictioneers – submerged
The chlorine hit me as soon as the automatic door opened, flooding me with memories. Entry from a dive was … More
Friday Fictioneers – Ruin
I’m indulging in my writing urges by joining the Friday Fictioneers, where the aim is to use a photo prompt … More