Category Archives: Published Work

Copyright Liz Young Birthday parties were the total pits; his need to entertain was almost manic. “Your Dad’s real cool,” my friends would say, falling about laughing.  “He’s a real dork,” I’d think, cringing as he performed his latest party … Continue reading →

He’s had enough of her, she knows this. She peers down yet another alleyway, her hair clinging damply to her sun-stung neck.  She knew he’d try to lose her; she’d sensed it over breakfast at the hotel. “I just turned … Continue reading →

Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields The thing about a crowd is that you don’t see the whole. It consists of individuals, sure, but the entity is unknown until you poke it in the tail.  Then you know. The thing then is… … Continue reading →

A MATTER OF MINUTES Detective-Constable Gregory seems tired, world-weary. “What time did you find the victim?” he asks, pencil poised. “I’m not sure.  I left the nursing-home at eight, but Matron waylaid me. I missed my usual bus.” 8.41 actually, … Continue reading →

Copyright Alicia Jamtaas Now. Now is the moment when two worlds diverge. He doesn’t know it at this time, but the very act of straddling the windowledge suggests she already has one foot in his world and the other elsewhere. … Continue reading →

Photo Copyright Joey Csuno “Hiya Sis, whatcha got in your pouch, then?” probably wasn’t the best opening gambit on meeting your girl-friend’s family. Once my sister-in-law’s tears had been dried, and reassurances rendered to the effect of “you look so … Continue reading →

Photo Copyright Niki_Emmert The plan was not to have a plan. Wally’s idea, that. As a concept, this suggests the virtues of extemporisation are paramount to the success of an operation. But this was not, if it ever has been, … Continue reading →

Copyright Na’ama Yehuda It wasn’t as though Emily needed a friend.  It was just that you were less conspicuous if you had one. Emily’s motives eventually became clear to her ‘friends’, who then deserted her.   The trick was anticipating that … Continue reading →

“They’re Geminoids”, he said, pointing at the silver striations in the clear December skies. “They look like wishes,” I said.  He frowned at me.  “Wishes?” “Christmas wishes,” I declared, for at that stage of my life, and indeed at that … Continue reading →