Pie – A Short Story

Pie   Fred opened his eyes and shaking off the leaves from his coat stretched his legs. The burrow was warm. Winter has given into spring and he could already hear his mother in the other chamber.       As he wandered through the burrow, he remembered happily that he agreed to meet his... Continue Reading →

The Lift – A Short Story

The lift was of the old fashioned sort, large with cushioned benches along the edges. On the walls at waist level were mirrors with gold trimmed panels surrounding the glass. In the centre of the wall that faced its passengers as they entered was a clock of Roman numerals. When the woman cast her glance... Continue Reading →

Writing Prompt: The silk scarf

I have a black silk scarf with burgundy roses on it that always comes back to me, no matter how many times I've lost it. The first time it went missing, I had been out with some friends in Leith and having had a late night, took a taxi back to my flat in Stockbridge... Continue Reading →

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