Tag: love

Flash Fiction: ‘Come Home’

Flash Fiction: ‘Come Home’

I wrap my coat tightly around me and bury my chin in my scarf in an attempt to escape the cold wind. This was meant to be a quiet Sunday morning, spent snuggling deep in bed with a mug of coffee. But here I am, […]

Book Review: On Becoming by Toke Makinwa

Book Review: On Becoming by Toke Makinwa

Title:                     On Becoming Author:                Toke Makinwa Publisher:           Kachiko Year Published: 2016 Review – There are always three sides to every story… yours, mine and […]

Flash Fiction – ‘Dinner at La Palma’

Flash Fiction – ‘Dinner at La Palma’

Chichi couldn’t concentrate on the Excel report she was working on, she still had an hour till she could log off and head home. She was giddy with excitement and could hardly contain herself, it was her birthday today. Turning 33 wasn’t really a milestone age, but […]

A Scandalous Tale of 5 Ladies

A Scandalous Tale of 5 Ladies

  Title: Lace Author: Shirley Conran Date Published: 28th July, 1983 “Which one of you bitches is my mother?” The single, scathing question sets the tone for the rest of the story. Lace is a mammoth sized book – 600+ pages – that details the […]

Flash Fiction – ‘Catching the Flight’

Flash Fiction – ‘Catching the Flight’

The incessant ring of the alarm startled Anna awake. She sat upright in bed and flicked the alarm off, it was 5:15 am. She placed her head in her hands as she tried to recall her plan for the day. Was today Monday? She thought. […]

Thieving Girls and Caring Fathers

Thieving Girls and Caring Fathers

Title: The Book Thief Author: Markus Zusak Date Published: December 2007 The Book Thief was my second foray into Young Adult Fiction, my first being The Hunger Games trilogy. I was on the search for a great book in a genre I hadn’t read for […]

Flash Fiction – ‘Mother Dearest’

Flash Fiction – ‘Mother Dearest’

  He opened the door and saw her lying in her bed… weak, pale, barely breathing but still alive – his mother. The dark room was dimly lit by a lamp, heavy drapes were drawn against the morning light. The smell of damp, old clothes […]