Cold! – Prt1

I had just finished work.  It was late, and I was feeling shattered to say the least.  It was around 7:30 pm and I had a good fifteen to twenty-minute walk to the nearest train station in order to get my train home. Work had been a very forgettable day for me, it was just … Continue reading Cold! – Prt1

Daily Prompt – Take A Chance On Me

If there is one place I like a bit of spontaneity and unpredictability, its on my holiday. To much planning and format is not for me as that is what normal life is like for me back home and holiday is about breaking routine! This holiday was with myself and two of my best girlie's. … Continue reading Daily Prompt – Take A Chance On Me

Short Story: Cuban Heels – Prt 2

Part Two 'Good morning Ms Monero, you come for breakfast?' It was Anh, my favourite waitress. She was always so politely and had a genuine warmth for people because she loved people and hospitality came naturally to her.  She had her hair in a tight, immaculate bun and she always wore just the right amount … Continue reading Short Story: Cuban Heels – Prt 2

Short Story: Cuban Heels

Part One It was now my first whole day on my holiday and I was in the holiday mood. Totally relaxed, knowing my days were totally mine, to do with as I chose over the next month. The hotel itself was beautiful. I was very happy with my choice, given, I had done the minimum … Continue reading Short Story: Cuban Heels

Writing Challenge: Object – The Walking Stick

As I waited to speak to Alison the receptionist, a simple wooden walking stick caught my eye as it stood in the corner of the hotel reception room propped against the white wall behind the desk. How long it had been there was anyone's guess as I could see a thin coat of powdery grey … Continue reading Writing Challenge: Object – The Walking Stick

Short Story: Jamaica Drifting

It was another humid day. The sky was blue, the sun sat high in the noon-day sky, and the heat felt divine on my skin. I could hear Harry Belafonte singing in my head. Oh island in the sun....... Which was enough, of what was really quite an old song to be going around my … Continue reading Short Story: Jamaica Drifting