Karen looked down at the total devastation in the lounge. How was it possible that a two-year-old could create such a mess in two hours. Lego, toy trains, dolls and that damn nesting doll were scattered everywhere. Emily had finally crashed half an hour ago, after five stories and two bottles of milk. Having a child was the hardest thing Karen had ever done. Doing it on her own, for the last year, had made it impossible. A tear escaped her eye and ran down her cheek. She wiped it away, angry at herself. Not now, she had things to do. With a sigh of exhaustion, she started to bend down and pick up all the toys, scattered on the floor. She looked down at the several different halves of the nesting dolls. God, how she hated their horrible smiling faces. All of them perfectly identical, getting smaller. As a child they had been her favourite, now she plain hated them. She would have thrown them away months ago if Emily hadn’t clung to them so much. Almost as if she realised they were the last part of her father.
The first the controller knew about the missing passenger on Flight 241, was the battered suitcase on the carousel. The battered brown case slid around the circular belt, like a loan surfer on the waves. The controller picked up the case and took it to his office. It always amazed him that people could get … Continue reading Homeward Bound – Short Story
This month is the anniversary of publishing my Children's Novel. For this reason, I am offering FREE digital copies in return for an Amazon review. The book will be sent directly to your email in PDF format. Synopsis Stolen rings, a mysterious abandoned house, food and clothes that vanish. For the crime-fighting duo, The Detective … Continue reading Reviewers Wanted for Children’s Novel
I am proud of my first novel. It isn’t perfect and there are many things I will change when I publish again. I am still proud of it. In Medium fiction makes a fraction of the money, that other articles do. But, this will never deter me. I will always enjoy writing fiction and continue to do it. How else will my imaginary friends get to escape? The characters in my head deserve to see the world. Some people will love them, some will only read my non-fiction articles. I’m fine with that. Everyone has their own tastes. You would never see me pick up a romance novel, for example. Fiction on Medium