Toot toot

Last night, while Hubster was making dinner, providing a nourishing meal for our little family, I received an email regarding a short story that I submitted to an anthology. As I read the first words in the first sentence, my heart sank. It appeared to be another, 'thanks for submitting...blah, blah, blah'. But then despite…

Seeking more

I've joined a five-week online creative writing course and it starts today. I've got a week to delve into Week 1, or Module 1, and an assignment is due before midnight next Sunday. It will follow the same pattern for the entire course. Some readers will be aware I've been part of writing groups previously.…

In the Taxi

After a series of health concerns, Bob decided it was time to see a doctor. Oh, he loathed visiting the GP. The clinic smelled of antiseptic and old people and pee. The doctor was usually patronising or arrogant. The waiting room stifling; the heater turned up too high in an attempt to quell the distasteful…

Shell’s Camp

I'm hot, sweaty; at the river bed, near to where I've made camp for the past week, washing my only clothes. I am putrid; my own smell is offensive even to me. The sun feels close. In-my-face, right-there-kinda-close. Ten years ago, before the apocalypse, the weather here was pleasant. Oh, we had seasons, sure; sometimes…

Research

Melissa watched in fascination as the vapour rose. It twirled and danced through the air, like steam from a boiling pot. Now, the waiting. If her experiment worked, then she'd be exonerated from the published findings over a year ago. Proved to be erroneous shortly after the journal was released, Melissa and her team were…