Tag Archives: Sunday Photo Fiction

  The weather was changing, the sun already less fierce, mellowing gently towards autumn. Fewer families on the beach, but there was the usual backdrop of noise, laughter, gulls keening, and the thwack of tiny spades against even tinier sandcastles. … Continue reading →

  Annabel did silence well, and I learned that if silence were my first course in our daily encounter, guilt would almost certainly be the second; liberally served, allowed to cool, before congealing into a suffocating, glutinous mess. Her silence … Continue reading →

  “It’s not you, it’s me.”  Eyes downcast, he shifted the sauce bottle closer to the oil dispenser. She stared fixedly at the tablecloth.  Her instincts had signaled this moment for weeks, but now it had arrived, she felt detached.  … Continue reading →