Esther put her fingers to her lips and pointed to the toilets. Both doors were open and the first cubical was empty. In the second, a man sat on the toilet, his trousers round his ankles.
Esther stopped. The man’s face was grotesque, his mouth open, and his eyes wide open as though surprised. It was horrible but strangely mesmerising. She took a step forward, intending to check the man’s pulse, but Mel pulled her back.
“Stop, look” The zookeeper pointed at the radiator around which was coiled a long black snake. Both women backed out and closed the door behind them.
“Is it poisonous and did it bite him?” she asked as much to herself as the other woman.
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New Year resolutions part 2
Here is part two of a crime writers new years resolutions I hope that you enjoy them. 6) Read more crime fiction. Immerse your self in the genre by reading a new crime fiction novel every month. (Serious)Reading in the daytime makes me feel guilty, because I at the back of my mind Is theContinue reading “New Year resolutions part 2”
Aquality:Tales from the Depths
Did you know that the second largest market for books written in English Is India? I didn’t, but when a friend recommended I submit a short story for an Anthology being put together by an Indian publisher, I decided to do so, more out of curiosity than anything else. Little did I know what aContinue reading “Aquality:Tales from the Depths”
Spring
It’s been months since I wrote a blog, so long that I forgot my own rules for a readable post and had to start a new project for 2024 BlogsLike other writers, I sometimes doubt my ability and reasons for continuing to write.But I’m back now. Another and more cheerful reason is the recent additionContinue reading “Spring”
I’ll never be young again. A short story.
“That’s your bed made. What else shall I do? Remember, this is my last visit,” called the carer, her cheerful sing-song voice echoing around the empty hall.“I know, I haven’t forgotten, so there is a gift on the kitchen table.” Emily had heard such negative stories about carers, but Amy was delightful. The granddaughter sheContinue reading “I’ll never be young again. A short story.”
Stealth Desk 2
Where am I? I’m still close to home, although I plan to get much braver and travel further in the future. I’m lucky in that there are so many beautiful spots to settle within a five-minute walk of my house.I’m being more stealthy than last time, as I’m sitting in a neighbour’s field. I haveContinue reading “Stealth Desk 2”
Book review
Intuitive Editing. A creative and practical guide to revising your writing. Tiffany Yates Martin. Tell me fellow Authors. Where does the magic happen for you?Is in the writing or in the revising?Does it matter? I am a drafter. For me, it’s writing that initial first draft that is magical. Once the story is on paper,Continue reading “Book review”
Misty Mornings
Summer days at Casa Batan almost always begin with shrouds of mist. Misty mornings that come before the heat of the day takes hold are one of the privileges of living here. It covers over mountain topsand hides the rolling hills.And winds its way up riversdimming swirls and rills It dances through the forestwith theContinue reading “Misty Mornings”
Locks, Dogs and Gypsies.
Bookshops
I suppose that there are people in the world who don’t like bookshops, in the same way as there are people who forget to eat lunch. I don’t recall having many conversations with such people, but that’s probably because the conversation was too short for recollection. Bookshops, which also serve lunch, or at the veryContinue reading “Bookshops”
Abigail Thorne 