The Drilling: A Short Story

  Crouching below the window-sill, I knew I couldn’t be seen. I couldn’t be seen and neither could I see out. It was best that way. To give into temptation and take a glance out, out at what might be lurking beyond, would have been tantamount to sending out an invitation – an invitation toContinue reading “The Drilling: A Short Story”

Failing to Make The Crumble

  Time cut short by a pinch, the butter, once destined for a child’s bag of ingredients, fails to make the crumble. And it s l i t h e r s down a kitchen cabinet, greasing a wooden door, and slodge-piling onto a vinyl floor, as a mother’s feet, weary from a once-broken toe,Continue reading “Failing to Make The Crumble”