Estuary Tales 
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Another Day in Griefsville
I wake up screaming from a nightmare I haven’t had. The tactless sun shines and paints the world relentlessly happy. But, it isn’t. So, I force myself to sleep some more, retreating back to the haunted world of my mind. I wake to find my pillow drenched with the sweat and the tears of more…
Crack in the Ice
A story inspired by a frosty walk across the marshes The world was frost. Across the marshes, the ice was thick – even the mud was frozen. Eira stood amidst the glittering crystals, feeling the sun’s warmth groping its way through the night’s chill. Where the heat touched the trees, she could see the new…
Passers By
“Hurry up, children,” you say, rushing past me. You avoid eye contact at all costs. Part of me knows why; I am either despised or unseen. This is my lot. This is my existence. But, another part of me wants to chase you. I want to tell you the truth. My truth. You see, my…
Changes on the Menu
I miss Alf, of course. But Alf’s Cafe still serves the best food around. You can ask anyone, Tommo has done his dad proud. I park outside Alf’s Cafe and get the usual stab of grief in my throat. When I get inside, Tommo is too busy fiddling with his new coffee machine to serve…
Cathedral Chimes
The boys from the cathedral school sat, smoking, on the wall. Rain attempted to obliterate the pavement and impatient water jostled in rainbow gutters. Mal stood, leaning against the wall, seething about the dampness accumulating in his shoes. He tried to count the number of times he had asked Gem not to be late. He…
The Bench on the Hill
The bench on the hill has a name upon it, etched onto a small plaque. It tells the passing walker how someone loved this place, capturing the love and displaying it forever. The bench sits empty, the marshes and the pasture stretched out in front of it, ready to help someone fall in love all over again.
Threads
Flora is the Roman goddess of Spring In the middle of the village, there is a field. In the field, the proud stems of grass are losing their summer splendour. Their seed heads are spent. The flowers’ sweet hues have have been replaced by fading yellows of fallen leaves. The splashes of colour are still…
Lightship
The lightship pictured is on the marshes, landlocked and redundant as a provider of maritime safety. On a sunny day, with the tide out, it can look rather odd. However,on a misty night, it can still shine out, a glimmer of light in the gloom. Here is a story about the lightship offering hope and…
Escaping the Shadows part Twenty
I returned to the farm, with little else on my mind but to leave this shameful episode, and my wretched life, behind me. The pain of Emma’s rejection, alongside the embarrassment I felt at how I had misjudged her intentions, burned deep inside me. Although I had never felt closely involved in most aspects of…
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