July 26, 2019

I hate Trains

I hate trains. Everything about them.  I hate the way they smell like old socks. I hate that thousands of arses have sat on those grotty […]
February 21, 2019

In the wind

“Where are you?” “The roads are blocked, we can’t get there.” “Is everything OK? Are you OK?” He’s pulled away from the group, talking in a […]
March 19, 2018

Evil Weevils

Out it flutters when I open the pantry door. A tiny, light brown moth with silver on its tips. It’s insignificant but still gets under my […]
February 4, 2018

First Day

Everything is ready. I packed my bag last night and laid out my uniform like mum suggested I do. Everything is stiff and new, unfamiliar, the […]