Category: Prose

Finding Herself

It’s been 20 years since Virginia stepped through the battered door to her childhood home. Her mother died and the house became hers, along with a cryptic handwritten note left behind. ‘Virginia, you will love again the stranger who was your self but you…

‘Whatever’

I have written poetry and stories most of my life, but it wasn’t until I left my 35+ years career that it became my passion. When I decided to start my blog, I told no one what I was going to do. I’ll never…

The Portal

Lizzie has walked by this gallery forever and it has never been open, but today it is. ‘Must be my lucky day.’ The moment she walks through the door, her hair rises on her neck. The atmosphere changes; the air damper, cooler and misty….

The Keeper of Secrets

I am the keeper of secrets, and the giver of life. Without me, this garden in the desert would be nothing more than sand. But she saw the potential a long time ago; an opportunity to create an oasis under the canopy of my…

The Phone Booth

She stands alone in the bitter cold, waiting, hoping to feel useful again. It seems like forever since she heard a human voice, a vibrant hello, joy and laughter echoing here. Oh, how she enjoyed those calls!

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