My heart is shielded Behind glass and locked away. Fuck me ‘til it breaks. I wanted to write more flash fiction during my baby’s second nap, inspired by something I had seen on my walk through Montreal yesterday. This piece of graffiti inspired this haiku, which in turn inspired some micro-fiction! Now, what else can…Continue Reading “Show me your love…”
‘She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you’re swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water’s deeper than you think and there’s nothing there’ – Julia Gregson, East of the Sun‘ Written while my baby napped for 38 minutes and inspired by…Continue Reading “Lido…”
Life is not a plot; it’s in the details. – Jodi Picoult, Vanishing Acts When I’m wanking, my fantasies are usually about the broad strokes, if you’ll excuse the pun – falling through a doorway and fucking in the hall, being fingered in a bar, or sucking a cock in an alley. It’s the actions,…Continue Reading “The devil is in the detail…”
I had the idea for this post four days ago but could only start writing it when my 8-month-old baby unexpectedly fell asleep on the way to Rhyme Time. Rather than go home and risk waking her on the bump of a step back into our house, I dove into a cafe instead and was…Continue Reading “Don’t you want me baby?”