Middle Of The Road

Roger McDonald lived his life with a clear understanding that nothing came from complaining about how bad life can be. Every morning he opened his carpet shop, one of four he owned, and greeted his customers not so much with a “can do” attitude but not with a “can’t...

Just Moving (micro-fiction story)

We were always running. My mum and me. Packing up what few belongs we had and moving in a new direction. No particular place. Just moving. I was never sure who or what we were running from but no sooner had we settled and no sooner had I made a few friends, and we...

A lifetime of guitar tunes

He was given his first guitar when he was four years old. It was green, plastic, with no strings; still it obsessed him. It played tunes when buttons were pressed but it was limited. Guitar lessons started age eight, after his father bought him a ‘grown up’ guitar,...

Living a lie

The room is silent. She is thinking about what to say and how to justify the last ten years of living a lie. Twenty four hours ago we were fairly happy. Sex two or three times a week, pizza night on Tuesday, date night every two weeks and game night once a month with...

The un-normal ones

Jenny was young and easily influenced by what people may say about the things she did and the way she dressed. She often wondered why she never fit in and her brothers teased her about not being normal, un-normal they called her, because of the way she behaved. They...