Please take a look at the short stories on this page, which I felt inspired to write. I hope you enjoy them, or feel they have some interest for you.
Shergold’s Great Adventure
September 2020
It was a stake out. Shergold looked around, cautiously; he could smell them; his incredibly sensitive antennae picked them up. He would have to proceed carefully: a wrong move could have horrible consequences. His sharp eyes scanned the area, noting the shadows and odd variations in light. They could be anywhere. The hairs on his back stood up. He would not be a victim. He stopped; a muffled sound disturbed him. Was it the wind, blowing some debris his way? Was it his imagination, creating a threat which did not exist?…
Patrick and the Elf
August 2020
Patrick went into the orchard at his grandfather’s house. He was amazed to see the enormous number of apples that had fallen from the trees to the ground. He decided to pick up all the apples and put them into boxes…
Carriage Number 9
September 2020
Lucy and her mother ran frantically up the ramp from the car park, into the ticket office, and out through its main door on to the station platform. A chill wind billowed behind them, carrying their huge deep breaths away to another place. ‘Thank goodness we bought our tickets yesterday,’ her mother managed to say in between yet more erratic gasps as her heart rate began to calm down. ‘I hate missing trains – you have to wait so long for the next one, and just think of all that useful time being wasted!’…
Incognito
September 2020
Completely hidden by a rough, grassy mound, Henri Duvall had a clear view of all that lay before him: a hard-trodden path along the perimeter fence; a kilometre of dry, sandy earth, interspersed with odd tufts of weeds; search lights, intermittently illuminating the flat terrain and shadowy outreaches within their scope; and hope, intangible but real…
SCOTT (work in progress)
Feb. 2020
Scott sat on the beach, with his long legs reaching the water’s edge. His toes felt the cold caress of the Atlantic sea. The sand felt damp under his jeans, but he did not stir: instead, he just looked out at the horizon, mesmerised by the sun as it began its slow descent. This was where, and how, he found his peace. He was never afraid of being alone. He needed time to be silent; to listen to his heart; to understand his thoughts..
A Place in Sardinia
Feb. 2020
A place in Sardinia! Yes, that’s what I want, having been on holiday there for an entire week. And, more conclusively, it was spent in a time of unchangeable weather – totally uncharacteristic, I was told….