REVIEW: My Name Is Lucy Barton by Elizabeth Strout

This was one of those books that I had seen around Waterstones a few times, but never got round to buying. But, as part of my HUGE post Christmas book haul (video to come soon, promise), I finally bought My Name is Lucy Barton. All I really knew about the book was that it is…

Short Stories Everywhere!

Over the past six months or so, there has been a huge trend in publishing. Short stories have made an epic return. A year ago and it would be a very rare thing for me to buy a short story collection, but in the last three months I have read three collections and when I…

FICTION: Music 2 – Performance and Cocktails, Stereophonics

This is part two of my project in which I write a series of vignettes inspired by an album. Each vignette is a song. I had to pick a Stereophonics album for this because they are a band that had a massive influence on me and my family. Many of my memories are attached to music…

FICTION: Music 1 – Ultraviolence

For a long time my writing has been influenced by music. I had an idea a while ago, to write a series of vignettes for an album. There would be a vignette for each song, then in editing I would cut down to the songs that feel relevant to the finished story. This way I can write…

Albert and The Labrador – 3, Mrs Bromley

Albert was just cutting his fish into small, bite size pieces for the dog when the door was flung open and in came a great gust of wind, along with a woman dressed in red tea dress, red high heels and red lip stick. Her greying brunette hair was in curls that were coming apart…

FICTION: The Chair

“Sometimes it’s best not to dwell on things.” “That’s what you think?” She shrugs, twisting at a thread come loose on her knee length denim skirt. Out of fashion even on her skinny, models frame. “That’s what I feel.” “Feel?” She looks at him with wary brown eyes that buckle underneath revealing wrinkles too deep…

FICTION: Albert And The Labrador 1- Cod and Chips for One and a Dog

Albert spent that first night with the dog sitting downstairs in his armchair. The dog paced about for a while and then came to sniff his slippers, spinning three and a half times on the spot before lying down, nose tucked between Alberts feet. The dog took a deep breath that shuddered through his body,…

Angels and Bridges: Secluded

She was walking unthinkingly, feet enclosed in thick boots that trampled the earth without flinching at the rubble and twigs underfoot. Head bowed she breathed in the thick air. Any moment the rain would trickle down her skin, along her bare arms and beneath her tshirt, between her shoulder blades. It was too cold for…

FICTION: Body

You’re walking along the high street and it’s a grey day and you’re wearing your coat but you’ve unbuttoned it because you’re always too warm now. Perhaps you’re dreaming about getting away, a bit of sunshine, maybe you’ll even leave your husband behind, leave everything here.  Suddenly, you’re falling.  For a second you think you’ve…