• Monday Muse.
  • The Monday Muse. Hello adult.

    Hello Adult. This past week has been a week of lasts. My last Friday night as a twentysomething, my last Sunday lie-in as a twentysomething, my last painful Monday morning wake-up as a twentysomething…. In case it isn’t slap-you-in-the-face obvious, this week I turn 30. I am surprisingly not too tormented about the looming age milestone that many […]

  • Fiction.
  • Baked.

      Baked. The sun crackled, singeing her skin. She drank in the heat, letting it hit the depths of her lungs as it enveloped her, invading her body with its stifling smother. She opened one eye and saw her feathery lashes in the reflection of her sunglasses. They were curved, covered in a thick black […]

  • The Hemingway Day.
  • The Hemingway Day. Surface.

    So far in glorious London we have enjoyed about three days of summer. Today is the fourth. The sun is shining, the children are shrieking outside, my office fan is blowing hot air in circles, the inebriated are out early… and isn’t it just marvellous? Here’s The Hemingway Day. Surface. Suede and water never did mix.

  • The Hemingway Day.
  • The Hemingway Day. Quiet Please.

    Apologies if the below contains any mumbles, bad grammar or is just bad writing. Blame it on the tennis-man. I have everything crossed for Roger Federer to win today, although I find myself in times of trouble watching this current match, my nerves just don’t contain enough steel. I managed to clinch a pair of the illustrious, unobtainable […]

  • The Hemingway Day.
  • The Hemingway Day. Hide.

      Having spent the past hour dithering between Wimbledon watching, work and this blog post, I am struggling to find more words than the six below. Welcome to The Hemingway Day… Hide. The wind disguised his skulking inside.   Thanks to The Daily Post for the photo prompt this week, here are some other photos of doors.

  • Fiction.
  • Rouge.

      Emu If Penny could have strangled him she would have. But it was hardly subtle. This was the third nose bleed the old man had suffered with today. Whilst he was bent over his crossword puzzle, a drop of rose red splattered onto the page and spread through the fibres, growing larger as the […]