Pensive Moments

There was a chill in the air that evening, as Clara closed the doors to her flower shop and walked down the cobbled street, avoiding the puddles, as she made her way home Slowing down, by one of the dimly lit lamp posts, she reminisced about a night like this many years ago. The delicate flowers,…

Finding solace in writing

Catherine had wanted to get away for a while. Her life had become an endless succession of disappointments, making it a breeding ground for anxiety, anguish and uncertainty. She managed to book a quaint rustic cottage in rural Spain for the summer. As she arrived and made her way down the cobbled steps towards the…

Anticipation

Every Thursday afternoon, MaryAnn would wait by the kitchen window. She stood there, parting the tattered curtain in anticipation. She eagerly awaited the first sounds of his bicycle as he rode up the cobbled pathway and towards her home. Would he come visit today as she hoped? She was lost in reverie, thinking back to the…

Promises made. Promises broken.

The ‘for sale’ sign had come up on this dilapidated house yesterday. Sandra set her eyes on it from beyond the fence.