Monday, 20 February 2012

Two Steps Behind


Frosty air grates my cheeks as I follow your footsteps. You don’t see me, I’m too far behind. Your black shoes slip slightly against the heel of your stocking covered foot. The pleats on your skirt billow with the light air, swirling pools of colour. Your pace quickens and I struggle to keep my eye on you as shoppers jostle past. You raise a leather encased hand to lift hair from your eyes, hitch your handbag back into position on your shoulder. You almost see me as you push open the door to the supermarket. Then, as the heavy door closes behind you, you are gone. Tears slide across my cheeks, pain marking their descent.
Sunlight licks my skin as I push my sunglasses on. Magnificent stone rises into the cloudless, aqua-marine sky. Tall shadows loom underfoot. Your laugh tinkles and weaves readily around my heart. Feet of air carry me behind you, between the ruins of monarchs passed. Your hair swings with the bounce in your step, you point out a view across distant fields through a glass-less window. I pause to enjoy the splendour, to soak in what brings the joy to your voice. You are far ahead, your footsteps resonate above as I place a first foot upon the stone step. Breathlessly I reach the top but you are not there.
My arm weighs heavy with the shopping bags hung over it. The first drops of rain begin to fall, splattering on my face. You point at a café and rush towards it and I follow. You’re already in the queue when I carry a tray to the selection of cakes. You point at a chocolate muffin and I choose the same. I tell you to find a seat while I order the coffee. I pay and scan the room for you. The table you were at is empty.
My eyes are raw and my head pounds as I lay it on the pillow. Sleep takes a long time to find me, until exhausted I fall into a slumber. Then I see you, I reach out a hand and tap you on the shoulder and for the first time in what feels like an eternity, I see your face.

Written in memory of my wonderful mum, who lost her life to cancer at the tender age of just 48, and of this day which marks the second year without her. 

Friday, 10 February 2012

Début Novel released on Kindle!

My début novel, "Lies Love Tells", is now available for Kindle on and 
There will be a paperback version but this is a few months away!

About "Lies Love Tells":

Saze Monnivan can’t help wondering if her Mr Him is really vanishing night after night to guzzle alcohol with his best mate, Mr Dry. Does Mr Dry hate Saze? As Saze rants in her blog diary, her real life takes a sharp turn, spiralling her into unknown territory. Why does the headmaster of the local school hold such appeal?
There’s something awful happening to young women in the town and no matter how hard Saze tries to avoid it, she finds herself irrevocably drawn into the madness. As Saze’s life peaks and falls spectacularly she pours her emotions into her blog, attracting interest and comments. Can she really trust new faces? Do Saze’s followers only exist in the virtual sense or does she need to look over her shoulder? Mr Him’s too dumb to have discovered her blog, isn’t he?

Thursday, 9 February 2012

Underleaf - Short story collection

I've been working hard on my début novel, Lies Love Tells, which is due for e-release within the next few days. 

I thought I'd share the cover of my short story collection, due for release in the very near future. It features previously published short stories and some which have been in my collection since I was a teenager! 

What are you currently working on? Do you have stories that you love but have never done anything with?