Pic by Arūnas Naujokas on unsplash. There was an awful lot of washing today. Maggy hauled the two baskets to the centre of the lawn, strapped the peg bag around her middle and began clipping clothes to the red wire that crossed the garden. Towels, jumpers, jeans. She filled one line and started on another … Continue reading Maggy’s Laundry
Short Stories
Hermione Granger and the Rickly Hallows
It is exactly page 295 of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. The middle of paragraph 5, to be precise. HARRY and HERMIONE are mucking about with her Time-Turner and have just saved the Hippogriff BUCKBEAK from execution. SCENE: Edge of the Forbidden Forest, dusk. HARRY and HERMIONE are leading BUCKBEAK behind bushes. A … Continue reading Hermione Granger and the Rickly Hallows
Dusk in Cambridge
Dusk in Cambridge. Above the jumble of ancient church spires and modern concrete monstrosities, the sun begins to dim and slowly sinks from view, swallowed by the desolate fenland to make way for the heavy cloak of night. And with the dark comes the quiet. The market stalls are long gone, lectures are finished and … Continue reading Dusk in Cambridge
The Wrong Escape
This opening to a story is inspired by a recurring dream I had, where a couple of friends appeared in my room in Florence, swore and jumped out the window. I never stayed asleep long enough to work out why they did that. “Fuck you!” he shouted, jumping from the window. Wilkins sighed. It was … Continue reading The Wrong Escape
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